Poem #2,841 | There is that unsprung breath

There is that unsprung breath
without belief
[constant reflex
a common feature] –
A dream
again of love’s complex arcs –
I am a poor player of such –
A
drama –
a poor reconstruction
by my internal AI –
I will adjust
what I saw in my sleep & reset
my thoughts –
Unsettled
[until
it passes] –
She gave me cold
wet kisses –
I knew she lied in
that waning play
[I dreamt on]