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Last night’s sleep
saw me in the street.
A ten-ton truck, fully loaded
heading towards.
I started to run,
thinking that I need to be done
with this sort of dream.
Chased by some mechanical monster
steaming on gigantic wheels.
I’m reeled in.
Just as surely as fish hooked on a line.
I’m addicted. Sweat dripping
through a hot flush
before I’m crushed.

14 Feb 18

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