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everything touches the sleepless
skin
for the jetlag series
what
a queue through the head!
I
take up an instrument in there
the
all-to-do
the
should-have-done
images
of day impede
shapes
of day built
this
little mystery I am
the
neighbours, their quarry
disposing
of a corpse
everything
slipping
my
creatures come
kohitsuji ippiki
kohistuji nipikki
an
up and down dream
into
the lost reaches
hollows
dream
my whale dreams in the weather there
the
Ramones in togas
(really
Romans)
fascination
of the poor
peering
into a wallet
I
try another side to sleep
when
the cat spoke, shy
almost
and not quite
all
sorts of falling
my
saying ‘it works’ has no effect
I
know time ran out of here
and
every sense alive
no
one ever died of the dream
though
many tried to end it there
race
the heart to the shops
smell
under it is you
cliffhanger
fears
suspense
and
I suspect the sun
this
wishing simply to know
how
soon will I be gone?
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