#505 - the people of the dream

 

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the people of the dream

 

can itch without being bit

they are all friends, relations

many long gone

but they come back here

 

a canvas run trill

of guess-the-paint

 

the day before is in them

heaven is up to tricks

 

first movement

and here we

tug covers

quickly lose count

 

call it home

so often fully lit

 

the day is outside

that’s just how long it waits

 

people of the dream otherworldly as

 

I took the line and ran

… now it’s your again

 

by virtue of the dim

and random

   hectic

geist in the zeit

 

imagine it without the words

 

you’re the duck sitting like this

 

this is the place of forgotten invention

 

effort to friend grown tin

and soften the landscape edges then

 

making in my sleep off with

 

a tribe led spite and vengeance

I know you’ll mist me

over we go

and how many turns?

 

in poise and equanimity (catering supplies)

this is where you put off a cough

 

there isn’t a tally

have said that before

and on this rack, confess to self

          a good shake

 

no one asks how far to go

how did we get here (?)

 

must wake the bones from this