Cannon-fire crackles in the distance
Where is the major fighting today?
Torn bridges are signs of allegiance.
What do you call this time
We’re stationed in, anyway?
Flat-out, they ask you,
Are you even alive now?
No sound comes out.
Rattle off desires like a to-do list:
An astronaut, an architect,
A dentist and a dancer,
Each one jostles for position
As you try to fit a word in edgewise.
When you awaken, it seems surreal.
Whose dream is this, anyway?
And why does everything feel red?
And why does oxygen taste black?
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