#883 - dreamt

 

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dreamt

 

I was driving without my eyes

with no eyes, or they were shut

still saw where we were going

 

it was after a night of travel

where you could sleep

it was like a list

we’d been here there

vehicle, waiting room

 

and now

I wasn’t in a seat at all

but lit like a road you’ll forget as you go

nor hands to grip

 

isn’t this just how it will be

the blindness of ghosts all seeing?

 

from where should I climb?

might I not bump the wheel?

 

how could I see when not looking?

I did  

 

and the world rolled on

(a confidence trick)

 

canyons and towns

all the road by me

bush

 

the dead towns

houses in their forest fall

so many dead shops the street

 

‘how now’ says the cow

and why are we here?

 

I slept through it all

 

went to the place where the day begins

and you were there as well

 

awake in some other way

aware

finally free of our senses