The Sleeve

I need a feat of fiction

to fix my fucking mind,

to sojourn into fantasy

and leave the world behind

caught up all in history,

the net, my feet, does bind.

I cannot take the diction

that comes with sands of time.

Bring me straight up make-believe,

a magical reprieve.

The words, the sieve, I cannot live

without looking up the sleeve.

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