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you could wake up anywhere
that is the lesson of the dream
it never matters that you’re here
nor the map, the figures thus far
the veils are manifold, are many
a shiny bowl we have to beg
we’d like to go au naturel
turns out time’s wasted on our kind
this is a matter of image
we’re from words, form more
they’re the thing a little like cloud in your mouth
in
your ear, in between
you look away and look back
and they’re gone
we don’t know where we’ll wake up
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