Sleep from Sleep/Talk by Okkotonushi

Has it come?
Far from- as if as from a dream.
We lie, heavy to our right, an anchor on a callous.
My eyes are ever-open, one-ways, cast in turn of breeze’s wake.
When was I here last?
This place is familiar.
What did I lose here?
I trace in curtains of a wasted day.
We hold quaint, but has it come?
Stead-wise, has it come again?
Riddles, spells, and anecdotes.
We hold quaint, but at what means?
What did I lose here?
The river flashes fingers wrapping ribbon.
My skin peels back; callous or blister?
Naked nerves bleed out.
When was I here last?
What did I lose here?
Has it come at last.

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