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I hover between sleep and awake, feeling the effects of waking dreams and a death-like calm.
The music presses me on through feelings of exhaustion and stressed-out commitments.
When the song stops, I find myself falling towards the keyboard.
I hover, then give in to my dreams.
The steady rain turns my mind switch to sleep,
for the week has been hectic and monetised.
Between sleep and awake, I hover in a dream.
A bloke dressed in a sheet talks with intention,
then turns to me and says, “Why the hemlock?”
I awaken and drop my cup.
C & K 