Button on, button off,
the couch’s back is my
body.
Pants are off. Sun
flees, sleep hovers inside, awake
by a dream I can reach
the dead forum.
The dead forum laid
covered inside for years
exiled in contained light,
lost by thinkers.
Yet we have survived
once again.
Good imagery (I like the "couch's back" line), but I would like more details about the dead forum, where it is, and just how you think you can reach it.
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