Rhythm and Howls

If I
close my eyes
and never open
them again,
how much
will change for me,
for me right now?
How much
will things become
like dreams
and nightmares,
and
how much
will they stay
just as they are?

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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