Like robotic popcorn, my subconscious summons me

There’s a man in a blue speedo with three dogs.

He’s coming towards me.

He appears to be limping.

The drone of the ocean is so ubiquitous it could be deafness.

And, in fact, I could be.

After all, the moon does not know

of the buzzards it brings in with the tide.

 

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