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travels in a magic hammock
for David Wooster
takes me with
folds over
for the wind and the rain
heigh ho
warm if it’s
winter when I fly
happens to be
where we are
just in time
I dream I dream
I take the
pill
as if a
forest wrapped me
I sleep
around a corner
looked over
the great fields of sea
far into the
mountain
slept well
and well
beyond myself
looked up and
saw inside my head
woke in the
dream as well
where else?
not just this
world either
the spin
sometimes knocked out
like
billiards
but the
distances!
no visa
required
it might have
been the wrong way round
but what’s
that even mean?
we’re just here
for a favourite fade
soft shell
blink to be gone
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