#1269 - took the pill

 

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took the pill

for the dream diary

 

I’m in my own time zone now

I’m in my own season

some word in which I hid as a child

swaddling say

 

a reed raft coracle paddle

little feet sticking out

on my way

 

sleep requires a continent

I happen to have

trail of islands, mangrove hop

 

we live to find the piano inside

the one before

all the whistle stops

 

the field of waving crop

 

who wouldn’t want to be covered in kisses?

I make my own metropolis

each night from scratch

 

a knock down

never to be repeated

 

who’ll notice?

things come around

 

I must go down to the sea again

 

who hasn’t dreamt their own country?

the creatures

a home where we are

 

a plasticine infancy

flight from horrors

there have been worlds of woe

 

spectators line the roads to hell

a street along to rhyme

dogs, cats

 

everyone’s cheering

death to the finish

 

our own language goes without saying

 

but as for the here and now

nobody says a word

 

no one here will ring

will knock on the door

 

this is the end of the royal road

 

have such a clock as comes and goes

 

I’m all alone on my golden throne

in the castle I’ve built

on this wash of shore

 

and this sea is as good as forever