you are often a specterMature

In my dreams
you are often a specter - 
there one moment
but gone the next,
and I search for you - 
hunting down the traces
of your presence
until I’ve lost track
of where I am and
what it was I sought out.

Only then do you reappear
and shove the wrench into the
mechanics of my dreams.
Your sabotage leaks out
and spreads like an oil spill.
But it is always me that lights the match.

The End

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