Return to I have been enslaved to imaginary Berlins my whole life. (poetry)



There are two sides to every story

sometimes, more than two


As I worked hard to interpret my dreams, with and without

[psychotropic|outside assistance]

I was alarmed to find

that I was constructing [Metaphor is not disposable|a wall] between life and my

[Waking Life|dreaming self], 

who has traveled abroad and is

much better looking than I


One of us is going to [hostile takeover|have to change]