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27 At the Casto Sleep Clinic, 1995 Watching myself sleep automatically makes it a dream, even on video tape. Like an infant fading, my body begins relinquishing itself back to space. Watching my ribs let go in rhythms of dream, I attend the little funeral between breaths, a fly landing on swatter wires to scent decay and begin the hold on good-bye. ...

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