Michelle Duer
The Dreaming Medium
Impulse.
Magnified in cornered solitude.
Hypochondriac--heart-beats doubling to the throat.
Ill-treated dash. Mistreated flutter.
Restless Foot Syndrome--red second-hand trembling.
Overdosed on dreams and images,
what's inside the half-open door?
Bachelard, explain,
why does this opening loom
within this vast white mislocation
or does it close amidst nothing?
On what foot do I balance?
Capricious nature. Perpendicular alignment.
Haunt me on another daynight.
Beat. Beat. Beating.
Beat. Beat.
Beating.

I'm thankful for and spoiled by keyboards. Otherwise, I don't think I would write much. My hand cramps.
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