I’m batting at eternal number ten.

My mediocre talent falls apart;

Soon I’ll be walking back on nought again.

I’m in a team of skilled, well-coached young men,

Convincing me that cricket is an art.

I’m batting at eternal number ten.

I do not move my feet or sidestep when

A lethal bouncer flies towards my heart.

Soon I’ll be walking back on nought again.

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i wake up from the dream with a distinct unease,

everything couldn't simply be the way it ought to be

like a dream vacation

without a room reservation

like a sinking cruise line

with flooding waters rising as i catch my last breath

like hailing a taxi

but it rides off before i could ever reach it

slipping through my fingers

the dreams that couldn't po...

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Do you have colour in your cheeks?

Do you go to sleep remembering what you seek?

Do you recall what it was like to be corporeal,

or does it not feel like that at all?

Do you wake to find your pillow wet at night?

Do you see the wolves congregating under moonlight,

and howl at your own stupidity for staying inside?

Do you stare at the files on your desk each weekday

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