waved by, by the cocky watchman

I awaken
still lost
in the maze
the illogical
geography
of a dream,
leaving me
questioning
all but my own sanity,
which I know
for a fact
is still
intact,
as undisturbed
as a fenced off
row of condemned
terraced houses
“This Site Is Patrolled By Dogs”
(which are never,
never ever
heard to bark)

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