Jacquelyn Frost

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Jacquelyn's 20000th Dream

Last night I dreamt that I walked into the Abernathy Building:

I was whistling Eddie Cochran’s rock record about climbing some stairs
As I floated on up to the twenty-thousandth floor.

On that floor there was a bedroom.
An open bedroom.
A candle-lit bedroom.
Curtains were being swept up into passions by wind.
Outside, ‘the big city’ was scintillating
beneath a full moon and a million stars.

I slipped into the bedroom.

On the bed there was a moon-lit silhouette
of a calm figure resting
upon the pillow,
upon the mattress and the ...

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