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title: The night we met, I was out of my mind
subtitle: or Lying in the dark
genre: verse
project:
title: Autocento of the breakfast table
css: autocento
...
My head is [full of fire][], my tongue swollen, \
pregnant with all the things I should've said \
but didn't. Last night, we met each other \
in the dark, remember? You told me time was
pregnant with all things. I should've said \
something, to draw you out from your place \
in the dark. Remember, you told me time was \
only an illusion, [and memory was][] only
something to draw. You, out from your place, \
I out from mine, that night, I believed in you. \
Only illusion and memory were one, lying \
[down on your couch][], through the night you drew
me out from mine. That night, I believed in you \
when you told me you loved me. I lay \
down on your couch. Through the night, you drew \
a picture of our [future together][].
When you told me you loved me, I lied \
[in the dark][]. Remember, you told me time was \
[a picture of our future][] together. \
My head is full of fire, [my tongue swollen][].
[my tongue swollen]: plant.html
[a picture of our future]: last-passenger.html
[in the dark]: apollo11.html
[future together]: 100-lines.html
[down on your couch]: early.html
[and memory was]: riptide_memory.html
[full of fire]: found-typewriter-poem.html
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