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Day and Night

I have my dreams,
Been deciphering codes.
Reading signs,
Semiotics told me that I had to tune in
To my thoughts in disarray,
I did.
Psychedelic petite notices flashed by.
Day and Night..

The dreams are recurring,
Seeing signs everywhere.
I wake up, gasping for breath,
Paranoia strikes.
Quarter life crisis?
No family fortunes bequeathed,
No luxury cars.
The brooding Hamlet has to amorphize.
Ghosts from the past beckon,
They are waving, making catcalls,
Then roar away cursing, unheeded.
Newer ghosts swoop in,
'Will you be or not be?' they jeer.
Diamond icicles multiply. Breathing constricts.
Hamlet sits up straight
In bed.
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