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I dreamt the river

and climb aboard

 

the invisible man hides

just where he is in his cell

children know

 

now people believe I’m a ghost

I’d blow out

but there’d be no breath

 

of course clothing too

the horse he rides

his bicycle, car

 

it’s as if people were fish

thick as

and tropical too

but a city river

so a little like

hop on the bus

 

little bird flies namelessly in out

by tradition something is left for a sign

call this the gift

 

every day people die of themselves

you may imagine otherwise

but it has been enough

 

heat of days gone

whiff of another world

 

cosy up with dreamstreets

where the streets have gone

 

heart treasures of the lost here

their grief lives as a song

I think I saw you

 

a dream is always in the gone

and where we’ve been

have been mistaken

 

game of the edge we live

 

all this in the womblight

of where we’re from

 

nothing considered as discovery

it’s simply that we are there