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For some there will be fanfare -- cavalcades of clarinets which rise up through all the long stemmed roses like so many drips (pim) of water (pim) in (pim)(pim)(pim) the kitchen basin.
I can't and cannot sleep. Thoughts keep me awake (refuge from these eyes is hard to find) Choppy yet endless,,, and out of con trol at least my con trol they fall from me and at me like a brickwallpapermache and I cannot sleep; Please! Sleep please sleep please sleep thoughts sleep please thoughts please sleep (pim)(pim)(pim) They keep me awake.
I do not escape in dreams for d r e a m s are concoctions, and weapons against an al-- ready beaten and broken will ((a shadow, pierced at the heart, hanging limp on the target)) I dream I am alone and of rain. The drops fall whether I am there or not, but I am, (pim) (pim) (pim) while all around: dishes, and broken glassware, waiting for a hand.
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