Infinite Mirror of Dreams
I dreamt of you and your mummified squirrel
Then I dreamt of your spirit’s transferal
How many dreams are we away from madness?
How many dreams are we away from gladness?
When your shape is re-shaped
there’s every chance you’ll be miss-shaped
You used to feed the squirrel in the park
then you found it dead and dark
Then I dreamt of you two
Two that I never knew
Yours in words,
Count Robot
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