I kept jumping to conclusions that didn't belong to me,
or anyone for that matter,
and at night,
I would wake up,
in a sweat that was all over my forehead,
and the back of my neck,
and dripping down my spine,
and I shut one eye,
trying to keep it closed to see if there was anything I could get back to,
you were there,
prompting me to walk the plank,
to get out on the rickety diving board,
so I did,
but all I could see were the cracks in the floor of the pool,
and I was squatting to look at the water from all kinds of angles,
to see how deep it was,
to see if you were trying to pull one over,
or under me,
and I was feeling a little bit like Peter Pan,
and I could hear a clock going north and east and south and west,
but I wasn't too worried,
like I said,
none of this belonged to me,
and it was all just the confines of a reverie
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