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always my house, never the same
in my dream
go swimming with passport in pocket
lots of little fires ashore
keep the table clean
I go to climb the mountain
lonely in its mists
friendly tribes
sad when they wake me for a funeral
when was despair heroic?
descend the creek
another bout there
have lived here a stranger
always dreamt more than remember
I carve my name in the story
have to keep abreast of the water
I mean more than a head above
cannot get to sleep in my dream
but spin the one-more-time world
roll with it one more time
Does the dream end when we wake? I like this poem very much. Cheers.
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