778
everything in the
dream is true 
all
elsewhere gone 
but
stumbling in and from 
the
scherzo is a nocturne 
in
another clock 
someone
is counting 
itch,
turn 
as
if world were 
when
they bury me 
so
stir 
and
the teacups 
the
beam from which 
all
elsewhere gone 
fold
under 
fly
over
and sniff
follow
furrow too 
till
itch and down 
time
is standing in its lesser cot 
hutch
kennel
it 
keep
up 
we
with the tree all climbed 
run
after sunlight 
be
pursued 
so
we come to falling 
smoke
so many pounds a puff
early
hours adolescent 
when
you need to go 
a
deathbed toddler squirms for words 
they're
not to follow now 
crackles
through static 
the
light of day
music's
never understood 
it's
lovely though to be 
in
a wood where I paint savages
all
shapes to colour 
till
sleep comes 
and
in itself all gone 
wake
to play 
and
sleep to this 
everything
true 
in
the dream
 
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