Of course I do not exist! But maybe you
do for better, for worse, for nothing.
There are dreams and dream-clouds
but no dreamers. No dreamers exist,
only the dreams of no-dreamers drifting
dissolving, semi-sidereal.
There are gaps in the dream-clouds
and holes in the dreams.
I am one of those ethereal
holes, those lacunæ, those cracks
in the feeling of nothing –
a waste of good suicide-material.
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