I sleep with books.
Electricity plagues the
howlers dreams
wanting of what is shown
and things
the moment becomes
a want of one thing
then the next
the next status
celebrity
big opportunity
become be a thought leader
drill into the brain
who has noticed me.
But I shut my fucking
mouth
put away those electric screens
breathe in through the nose
heart beating calm
in a house with lots of wood
and at night
I sleep with books.
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