Take
for instance the tradition of reading dreams
The
long practice of interpreting sleep thoughts
A
doe browsing at the edge of woods alliterative
Birds
ablaze and painterly smoke on a horizon
Urban
conflagration a shitty city all aflame then
A
sudden smile flashing failure eyes reflecting high
Comedy
the soft lips of night and upon waking
The
body whines with its first impoverished steps
Across
an empty room what one seeks and one
From
whom one seeks it across the vast distance
Of
a continent O who one loves and who loves one
Where
does this country go to dance and sing?
Where
is the exquisite society of dreamers
Walking
open roads in the clear air and singing?
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