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LIKE

Small white lights

twined around white

dead sticks

under a glass dome

flash—

like getting an idea

was the idea.

Like thinking

I want to fall asleep,

each night coming so soon

after the last,

and hosting a string

of tedious dreams

like trying to get back

to my office.

I head

back in

to clear it

out,

my head