how dreaming of
cemeteries
and past before
as in a film:
that was Sub-Conscious
For it blurred
past present future
rolled them as balls
in the urn of the lottery
as motion of shifting
as motion of rattling
as motion of shifting and rattling
the rattling skeletons
heard the motion
heard and rattled
the more
each to each in competition
and
the cemetery cloud gathered
all the individual rattlings
into one great giant
nocturnal rattling!
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