The Road That Wasn’t

I sleep with my eyes open,
Wishing to sleep when I’m dead.
And from all the truths that are spoken,
I choose my bed instead.
Throughout the rocky mountains,
Swimming this river of blood,
I stop and drink from all the fountains
And eat the mold, the fungi and the mud.

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