1479
5.18
18.i.24
there is a book of
the night lost lines
for the dream journal and wise surprise
picture pond top with sky
how all have swum to be
for a little while remember
that fancy far godshead
lie still if
all bodies heavenly thus deep
and fall to flower
dream is the finding place
lines lie there to net
we’re all so secret
tell self so you’ll know
the good news
a dream supplies all that’s required
and half the story too
do tell it
on stone
in the wings
by anything that shines
if there were other lives
we must still live them here
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