I wake reciting lines
 mouthing syllables
 I thought were gone
 Coldly raging 
 at the same hollow loss
 on the edge of my dreams 
 you are turning away
 How does it feel? 
 It feels like my child-dreams
 the soundless screaming descent 
 into bottle-green dark
 as the light recedes to a halo
 I know I am dying
 I wake drenched in this 
 my thoughts turn you over
 and over and I ask
 Could I ever have read you?
 I leafed through you, yes
 then put you aside
 and left your pages fluttering 
 in the breeze 

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