in the dream of a memory
at times familiar faces in odd outfits
mouth words they’d never speak
in places and situations they never were
this is history rewritten in warped mist
something the awakened ignore since
open-eyed reminiscence is the hard copy
though some may pocket a piece
or two from certain late-night runs
on reality odd shards and shiny fragments
for that unfinished jigsaw puzzle of life
spread out under the light
on their table of sleepless nights
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