Drilling over what I dreamed.

Someone is aggressively drilling in the neighbourhood,
drilling through my skull,
And over what I dreamed last night.

They started from the back of the skull,
while I was asleep,
and have reached the top,
a midday synchronisation at 12:03.

They are going around the house now,
around the skull,
and there is no music loud enough to drown me.

Drilling is moving away
from […] [•] [^^]

I, I, I.

Date

15 September 2022

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