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30.iv.23
4.120
there are places I’ve only seen in the
dream
where I have never been
they could be from another life
life from which I’ve woken now
will sleep again when gone
there must be lives I’ve dreamt
go back there
with a pilgrim staff
with an open heart
this is the royal road
Sisyphus climb
like moss on a rock
where the rain waits
and which part to hide?
when I float
when I fly
there is the other world
it must always have been
I am the ant and see up so
am the worm on my way
extend amoeba arm
when I am waving in the wind
am swept
washed off
I could tell you once
not now
there is no floor
there are no walls
no gravity to go
that’s just the kind of box it is
must not remember here
the places only ever dreamt
where I have been before
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