All night long:
dreams of unfolded clothes
multiplying, minute to minute,
in the middle of my bed.
In order to protect my rest place,
I had to separate the clothing out,
evaluating the utility and worth of each piece,
article by article,
questioning what would be saved
and what would be carried away.
Eventually I realized
"so much material, so little value"
and I began throwing them overboard
with rapid intensity and rage
screaming "where did you all come from?!"
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