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old lag
you won't remember what you saw
you call it by your own name
there is a line in seeing
it's how the eye goes round
feel it snap back to a dark
a trick
nothing here is how we came
water is applause
if someone snores
then that's a train
everything is telling
no one's here to know
sleep always was
how did I ever think of a border
it's dark of one, a magic door
slip it in, slip by
you have to shut, not see
eyes wide with
effort's useless here
you float
but where's the anchor hold?
funeral baked meats and marriage tables
who is in attendance?
I know a little pill you rhyme
but that's forgotten too
sometimes it's spotted and chase just the tail
good for a poem in vanishing paint
a mantra may
and wish to drown
to jump
to be taken there
where's my forest?
a trance – one always dreams of waking
you dream a thing till true
go inside out
roll over rub
and all of that – you too
the balancing's too much
I'm too far along the wall
talk the thing away
just listen to myself
so shallow
shabby
shambling on like this
can I be less here?
can I be ball and roll away?
slip the ring
will be the bride to kiss
all a wink and sly suggestion
let tide over nose
me under
I don't need the air
save the floaties for your finned friends
I'd be happy here
sleep's only known from waking
let sirens sing me
I'll join in
no need to keep time
I think it's a millennium and harrowing
more colour and a choir to come
that would be the trick –
to slow
till this one bird wings it
till we take the air
our home
That's another helluva!
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