Last Night I Fell Asleep
       

Last night I fell asleep, and in a dream, I wrote a poem. I worked every line into place, and when I'd finished, I woke up, scribbled the poem down in the dark, and went back to sleep. In the morning, I picked up the notepad beside my bed expecting to find the poem, but there was only a single word printed there: snow. The authentic self is inarticulate, and there is no end to the excitement of failure.

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