I worry so much about so many people I love, & all the people whom I don’t know, all the time.

I do not care what happens to me for expressing this.

I wish my subconscious was more imaginative, & did not think of a giant industrial high-rise rental unit complex.

I wish I had christopher robin dreams in a 100-acre wood where my friends are also birds, rather than this shit.

Sometimes the tower that we all live in is rooted in Michigan.
It is simultaneously a beachfront condo in Florida, or South America.
Cape cod with spaceship launch pads outside of a NYC skyscraper’s window.

When I recall a dream, it is all of this, & all the landscapes I’ve ever played along with.

I often die.
More frequently I take elevators up & down trying to remember which post office box unit I last lived inside of.
I must to deliver this old doodle to my classmate.
I have to protect this smattering of people while we’re all afraid.
A formula-1 car race with my mother, fellow passenger.

There are assassins after me in my sleeping head. I often get shot.
I’ll forget to clean out my locker, or take a test, or move out of my apartment.
I live in a grand tower with so many elevators & floors with everyone I’ve ever met, intimately & in passing on the street.
I have to return documents.

the constitution is WOKE?

Seems pretty cogent to me!