2486
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23.x.26
between
paper walls
my
strange house in Arashiyama
gentle with this dark of hard angles
you can get lost in here
little submarine house
with the haunted bath
that drains, refills itself
that’s all there is of the dream now
stairs are somewhere else
but only if you look
a little imp moves the teacups round
it’s always when you’re not looking
there’s a rational explanation
old bells are ringing out there
the walls are far mountains
they like a little offering of crumb
you take all of the necessary steps
to remind yourself you’re not here
and sleep!
I can remember it
sleep is where we were
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