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Sam dreams awake, 

Aware, afar.

Akin to Maub,

Who sits his spar.

 

A door above does creak

As Sam does sit below.

Sam, freak of talk, walks

Silent, without point.

Sam the dot,

Who sits where he is not,

Does float aside.

The lout, done with his affair,

His ride to wildness.

Mutha childless groans.

The lout comes down the stairs.

The front door opens.

Putrid breeze attends.

Sam the stairs ascends.

 

Ascent just play?

 

Sam the stairs ascends

Up Z-man’s mount

With nothing left to say,

Around the bend

To her front door

To see if there is nothing more.

 

The trip repeated

As though recursive, 

Function as disfunction,

Or the reverse.

Burdenless,

Not Sisyphus

Is Sam the dot,

Is I am Sam.