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9.vii.23
4.191
deciding to be far
for
the dream journal
I couldn’t
find it
couldn’t
remember what it was
at
first just playful, ours but
one
chasing another
the
car first
careering,
narrowly missed you
leaping
the pond just like that
then
dinosaurs chased us across the place
our
place
all
this is natural now
we
had to run for our lives
like
in that Beatles’ DV song
everything
in the dream of course
like
the little fox I met, limping
and
as with the irrelevantes
wishign
sound would not carry across fences
our
house dark then
not
a room I knew but mine
the other
neighbours were here to negotiate
had
brought a painting still wet, we admired
this
all in
dreamscript
– language that forgets itself
of
course off course
we
were always singing oblivion
surviving
all selves
one
day we will go back through the book
rescue
all who are lost
I only
do edgework these days
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