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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