#1091 - lost in the lost part of the year

 

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lost in the lost part of the year

in the country after Christmas

from / for the dream diary

 

begin in a dim shack

play ping pong

on the block we lost

dim for diminished

 

roll from an ache

 

trying to play

always for points

it is a brother

an argument

or absence of

 

how this means nothing, never did

I know I must escape

through the gone garden

was orchard once

now grown over

could take cover

and out through not a gate

 

above the bush

further than remembered

and a bridge wasn’t there

but you cross

 

then now declivity

 

Dickensian industrial

glimpse of the gone

built grime

all hard hats

call the next shift

 

walk on and out

like a gallery – of Venice

quinquireme vista

sea sparkle

bright

 

how the harbour works

a way through ages

gleam towers

 

look again and gone

 

it is dusk they begin

day other ended

 

far in paint and time

past words

 

it’s often just as with waking

fill a page so you see

 

look out

from the dreamt

glint glimpse

 

wondering is it all must

 

where from?

 

how to do?

 

this was never a way back

this was always and ever just the way on

 

comes on with all the singing

one often mistakes the first light