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5.7
7.i.24
peradventure
dream diary
busy missing
poise of words
lit for the call
like a little moon we’ve lost
the bone of time pokes through
I dreamt you were all dead
and you were
in another, the neighbours
knocked all their trees down
made a vast site to build
I love to make pictures
of the one picture
out of the picture
I dreamt the wrong train
or it went the wrong way
took its time too
and if I get off
am I where I am?
most of the people on the street are gone
most ghosts are still with us
it feels like the rain might soon
the map is empty now
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