last night's dreams
arrives
in a monotonous
repetition,
and i always keep
on escaping
waking at 3 o'clock
dawn
with a relief that
it is just but
a dream,
and i touch the bed
and cover my body with
the same blanket
and inside this canopy
i go again into
another world, another
world of dreams,
hoping that this time
there will be no
waking
to this Alice in
Wonderland.
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