some dream

Its been repeated Dejavu caught in the rapture But I remembered something different Manatee baby running through 19th century Boarding school halls Determined to keep me from following you. Behind the staircase through solid glass Into the courtyard I kissed your cheek twice before you tore me from your lips Then you told me what I was missing Clear as day I called out on my flashing trumpet With internet capabilities It wasn’t you who picked up And I retreated back into the brackish moor Where I longed for fresh water Back into the dreamless mornings Inside soft moldy pillows.