Blur

Blur

I slept but did not dream.
I woke with eyes of sand.
I smelled the knives of fear.
I held one in my hand.

The week could not be said.
The words taut in their bows.
I slept but did not dream.
The fly is on the rose.

The frost is on the wheels.
The visors are pulled down.
The streets are on their knees
The rainbow’s on the ground.

The thumbtack of the sky’s
Not blue as it once seemed.
A blur that once went by.
I’ll sleep but will not dream.

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