it was after two
before james fell off into deep sleep
and soon thereafter that he entered his DREAM
a piece of his clothes was caught in the machine
and the machine was drawing him in
in a moment of thirty thousand tons
of crushing force james arm was gone
the violence sent him into a stunning blackness
but it was not death
it was again the small room with one window
and the faint glow of neon
through the faded linen curtains
wrenched like a dry cork
from a bottle of cheap wine
james shot up in bed drenched in sweat
and, drained, fell over on his side
it was the same DREAM
over and over again.
i know what this is, he said
i know what this is
and i can handle it.
it’s nothing that wouldn’t be natural
for any animal
taken from the wild
and put in a cage
this is what they’ve done to me
i was a good man once
and now i have DREAMS
like a child
like a child
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