#2046 - nowhere man

 

2046

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nowhere man

jetlag series

 

there are things you only see in the dark

 

you see sleep

at the bottom of a long ladder

at the bottom of the stairs

at the bottom of a bottle dreamt

the bottom of a well

 

a pond glows there

in an old bottle

colour of the day before

that other century we were

 

there’s the wave and fail

 

a swig at last light

 

turn a corner

 

fall out of sleep as well

 

there’s no court of time in which to appeal

you’re in no country now

 

sleep has to get used to us again

 

pup sniff lift

numbers spin by

 

in all the places of the dream

as slept

 

tree, a reach of flesh

gum golden

 

much as in a moon’s last blue

last puddle shine

and brittle with

 

just as we gather ourselves to

 

hedging by nap

 

a brick sun stands for all our sins

 

in no one’s clock now

 

in all the places of the dream

a home

 

being how here now a mystery so

 

of course there is further to go