The skeleton of the nightmare

I.

The de-intellectualized picture of the soul -
the showing, the rock
perpetually lodged in the throat

II.

(Control is slippery, like a dream(Control is slippery, like a dream
        (Control is slippery, like a dream(Control is slippery, like a dream

(Control is slippery, like a dream(Control is slippery, like a dream
        (Control is slippery, like a dream(Control is slippery, like a dream

III.

hurt is not anger not at all all the anger in the world in one small
room a room getting smaller smaller all the time

IV.

Fuzzy clocks, incoherent
phone calls
everywhere there is
someone it is trying
to reach
but can't
remember

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