Disconnected Details

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I dreamed a series of stories

That I wanted to write down

There was a snake that I killed and ate

And a fenced field of tigers

That I herded and cared for

I murdered to protect my family

And murdered witnesses afterwards

Upon waking the dream evaporated

Leaving only water spots of disconnected details

The stories are no longer there

To make sense of them.

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