1257
11.vi.23
4.163
Penelope
for the deam journal
where a place is like
another
in a dream
should you say palace
we’ll invent
you’ve been and never
been
ready for lessons?
and a door won’t lock
as in a kind of
casino, just built
you are lauded,
hailed, ignored by turns
they have elected you
speaker
no induction
come down old
familiar stairs
someone has scratched
your initials in
things known you need
to know
all this without a
word
but waking you must
find
they come to their
slaughter
it’s facelessly
each has had the time
a garden party with
delicious paint
biscuits and brushes
to rinse – genteel
the blood!
it’s how we are first
folded
must stretch
I’m telling it just
as it happened
steady up
like foal first
standing
nor ever allowed this
dreamweight
box of breath about
an accident to wash
your hair
sleep shakes like
music out
could have kept on
it’s a kind of forever
I had an appointment
where you find me
still plural
it’s rarely a word
from that to this world
but have to find them
yourself
soon there will be the
tangle of wires
we have worked all
this night to unravel
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