1843
6.16
16.i.25
tickle you under
there
for the dream book
you can do things in a dream
won’t work anywhere else
speak with the gone
show and tell
you’re in another language
blear and far from likely
yet all along
lie still
bleed and you wouldn’t know it
time travel too
though everything’s slower than light
feels as if an obligation
you could be devil and care
it’s unclear there even is a story
day waits
a rhyme’s all night to come
at a picnic with the bears
around and round
must be a tree
find other lost ones
just as touch
the ages for wisdom
well over by this
no questions asked
you’re diving from a great height
into shallow water
you’re not at home
when you’re here
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