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Third Monet

it is raining today as it did back then


sometimes the way the sky looks


sleeping, my cat almost fell off the bed


you look dead when you sleep she said


sometimes when i awake in the morning


the dreams do not stop just to prove


nothing again just endless paintings


moving at best awake and dreaming


and is the memory of the dream still


life is weeping at the best of times then


closes yours eyes to maybe then forget


whether or not you've ever existed is


a question and within does it make any


sense "non sense" sometimes to catch


myself spinning out of control is honest


every three days I remember to fall in


it is sand in the hour glass at both ends

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