Sunday, 17 March 2024

#1539 - somewhere all of the dream is true


 

1539

5.78

18.iii.24

somewhere all of the dream is true

 

there is no waking world

 

the difference would be sense

things happening for reasons

 

I’m in the cockpit

asking the pilot where we are

‘Canada, somewhere,’ she says

we’re flying low – trees, buildings

and the three from the Blue Mountains

a beard between them

and strangers too

 

there are such place in the vast

 

I am a phenomenon

all of us are

some more than others

it’s true

 

you’ll need to feel it

to feel better

 

we are near the top now

the helicopters come

one with our flag

and one with the other

 

but we would rather stay

 

the vast is in such places

 

we’ve come to that part of the year again

where we can’t remember what happens

in that part of the year

 

but deeper and deeper down

further in the moment

 

there are last glimpses of a work

that has to be destroyed

 

somewhere, in every particular,

somewhere the dream is true

 

it’s far in the house where we hide

 

 

 

 


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