The sleeper, real and dear, is carved on the dark.
Minerals of sleep are travelling into him.
Travelling out of him.
Signal leps in his wrist.
Caught to me, caught to my nerve.
“We just did our own things, which was combination of rock ‘n’ roll, and Fellini, and game-show host, and corn, and mysticism.”
Fred Schneider
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