À rebours


Last night i had a dream
That all previous head/heart fux
Had gone unseen
A bit like Eternal Sunshine
Although less spotless
Just a bit more clean.

Maybe somewhere deep deep deep
I’m a wishing i didn’t have to feel
The rise and swell and tumult
As i work hard for focus to keep
Hold one atom fast –
Setting the rest free.

Last night i dreamt of the typa beauty
That doesn’t present with a clause
That which doesn’t require
My angst ridden inner pause
À rebours
(To not take this shit neat)
But in a world pock marked
With distress
Dreams of Eternal Sunshine
Is where I’m most free…

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