#1912 - people of the dream

 

1912

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26.iii.25

people of the dream

 

just like me

 

lions on top of the cage

have to be getting some kip

 

the everyday type

let’s say nation

 

eyes wide

inwardly dwelling

 

are all of one oblivion

 

lick here

feel my bump –

that’s us!

 

or in another room

no clothes at all

 

heroic just to relive!

 

faint sky of last stars

stare up from the city

fine haze however

 

you know them

and we’ve never met

 

find them all at home

sat up like Jackie

 

chase any word on

 

celebrity sausage

the pigeon mist for dimming

 

people of the dream are

mad with just what’s there

bright fruit of the coming light

 

finest roots as far as doom

 

so they reach

 

having to believe

just as we are