<nightmare>
<i>
<\a man with a future>
<\a man with dreams>
<\a man with nothing to lose>
<\a man with everything to lose>
<present>
they live with me still:
taste of her thighs
on humid nights
in Ithaca. Me in the library
decoding symbolic
logic with a key
that made no sense
but worked
out in the proof.
<past>
it - whatever
it is - remains.
whether I will
or no: brain cells
puzzling out
memories
like a wishing
well
<future>
it will come
to pass
or not:
the house
in Old Town,
happiness
or true love.
the days shorten
along with
the years.
<sleep>
i pull your hair
from the fire,
your skin blackened
on the severed head
my father threw there
in a rage of sorrow
that earth knows
when scrying
the skies for rain,
his animal cry
sinking its teeth
into the tongues
of withered
wheat fields.
</sleep>
</future>
</past>
</present>
</i>
</nightmare>
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