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I woke up a friend in the darkest afternoon
dreams of post-apocalypse that tormented him
passed through my palms
we walked down a hallway
together that will follow us into death

a girl's simplest touch, the painted corners
that deepen slowly, let me come to you
with something like peace in my hands, he said
I was in a clinic I was manipulated
there were force-mutated human beings
operated on and for a moment in living dream

I was one of them, we were glowing with dirtied
light, we were among the undeserved blessed
who walk, dragging their slashed
numinous unbeings