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back in the dream
jetlag series
in a storm
out of words
the little place has a tail, runs
steps over the chasm
and the ladder climb
it’s hard to find the king
take a bed for instance
I think I know
because
I must have woken with it
back in the dream
a vast lost sea
hook lowered down to rescue
vanishing as air
I dream so many lost things
things gone
a pill for sunlight
and there might be stars
I am filling my hands
again with the sea
dream I am almost
locked in a dark cupboard
like a broom
might have been a toilet once
push pull
could take the whole house down
I’m rattling to get free
to the dream
or from it
this room is forgotten now
and I forget to come out
that’s how I and this little room
and the dream
the world I knew
and the the worlds that will be
all of us
are lost
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