Elsewhere in Dreams

I’ve got a camera in my head
that takes this picture over and over and over again;
its singular focus hard to bend,
the starkest of contrasts to everything I have ever been.

And I wish it would shutter, I wish it would run down.
Unplug. This was never any fun.

I’ve got a narrator in my head,
revising the matter over and over and over again.
It’s easier than trying to forget.
The noblest of motives but the worst of means and ends.

And I wish he would stutter, wish he’d lose his train of thought.
Slip up. This was never any fun.

Tell me, did you mind it, finding spools to splice at will?
Did you memorise it? Are the twists all turning still?

And I wish you would shut up. You’re ruined. You are done.
Shut up. You were never any fun.

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