#779 - rummage (night illegible)

 

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779

3.52

rummage

(night illegible)

for dream catalogue

 

four seasons in one bed

lost luggage

 

the telling

changing rooms

no, suites

no, wings

 

victims of the vast

illegible

 

a quip

a monstrance

 

this shop for things possessed

familiar

 

each with its history

 

where you cannot read

there’s no way back

 

how met

we feel

so shallow with

 

think of them flat

as unpredictable

as the story tells them

 

as place

show up all announced

 

what if I to them

as they to me?

 

what if all the one boat, say?

if a dream is only shared

 

what if all are equal there?

 

speak of a mystery

but it’s where we were

 

out of doors

birds return

 

and later

yoga midst

 

then morning

here we are

 

a fumbling guess

for home