Dismantled
piece by piece into
a
million parts
buried
back with Santa at
the
Christmas tree farm
what
is dead is what is real to
the
falling apart
we
heard the siren but not the
alarm
I
wonder how I will know when
the
sky becomes my master
when dreams of
yesterday stop
mocking me with
laughter
tomorrow
is today tornadoes
circling
my trailer
I was wrong over
and over again
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