I was sitting in my room, thinking
when I realized I was lost.
I could hear myself thinking—
I’ve lost myself.
Am I dreaming.
I checked.
No. Awake.
How do we find our way back again?
“Breathe.”
One. Two. Three. Four.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.
“Thank you.”
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Relaxation Protocol
She woke with that familiar heat still in her chest, the kind that feels like a scene continuing after the lights come on.
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Dream-entered. A speculative poem cycle about a city that speaks in sensation. That practice became a world. This is that world.
The Library of Almost
A dreamlike short story about a corridor that becomes a vast, shifting library where pages rewrite themselves whenever they’re seen.
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Each entry in this collection names a role that becomes necessary when a society changes enough to require it.