#1687 - all the people in the dream are me

 

1687

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14.viii.24

all the people in the dream are me

 

are skins of a wish

 

the clamour crowds of need

a pocket full of self is all

 

many just fresh fled

to spill the beans

 

the leaf puts out

nothing surprises

 

believe every word of this

 

all of them

whacky hats and crystal

 

no gainsaying

they were always here

 

and have you met before?

 

some under

some up

 

there are turns

none to guess

 

you can feel the full force

 

is falling always for?

 

before every word of this

there are none

 

a soak into the page

still sinking

 

seasons are beyond

 

forget about daylight

debts and loans

 

all these colours are mine

 

even the moon forgets

 

all the people in the dream are me

I have to mourn them gone