#985 - a dream where

 

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dream where

for sleep to dream again

 

the place is not the same

but we’re here

 

everywhere is instance

 

as corridor by which we came

lost now, so never was

as are the days all gone

 

throne room must be a time machine

you come out to see the renovation junk

broom, brushes, dust

none of it there

before the first movement

when you went in

 

this must be another reign

before or since?

the leitmotiv is find ourselves lost

 

call it ‘intelligent design’

 

and later, in a country for the first time

(think of all the cities that were New York)

everything as on a set

 

like a spot the difference puzzle

only everything is different

so must spot the same

 

sweat sheen

this is the dream where nothing’s

where or as it will be

but you already know that of course

 

all this all night, turning

 

that knowledge, like an outside glimpse

 

you see what the others won’t –

things spilt, ideology

 

ghosts floating

none ever ask how it is we’re here

 

it’s as if sleep cured all

someone must bail out the boat

 

this is the dream where we find ourselves

clocks crept over the small of the day

 

and here again in the book

in the mirror

 

every hair out of place

it’s like that land where the children are always older

 

with without our will

we were all let loose here

 

you do need to push from both sides

 

one may yet sleep beyond it all

see sparrows light on a rail

 

feel the bowl warm in your hands