the quack and the forgetful

my nights are spent
in faraway places
where I serve the gods that
are mammon

i wake in languid excitement
fresh from the peeks into nirvana that
these nights bring

and I wake up in a flurry
eager to share the things my mind cannot recall
and you look at me
funny and wild
tender, quite mild

because you know
all of it that I have seen
heard and thought of in that realm

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