Aubade for Reg I was dreaming of my death when a car alarm woke me. The door of the dream stayed in the room. I tried to think of some distraction: bodies of my former lovers gone missing. The previous day had vanished, too. Thoughts of the one to come pulsed in my brain like bells in a poem by Poe. Then my eye lit upon the rosy numerals of the bedside clock: 4:30. 4:30 - is 43 times 10. 4:31 - is prime. 4:32... & sleep came back, on mathematical sails.
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