There are hours when every thing creaks
when chairs stretch their arms, tables their legs
and closets crack their backs, incautiously
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Words are like days:
coloring books or pickpockets,
signposts or scratching posts,
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Do they dream of past lives and unlived dreams
unspeakably human or unimaginably bestial?
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If there were more than one of me
I'd shave my head and grow my beard
I'd be a Doctor of Theology
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I could not decipher the living riddle of my body
put it to sleep when it hungered, and overfed it
when time came to dream
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Sleepwalking she prepared breakfast
for her still dreaming children, before
breaking fast, to satisfy her appetite
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Tell me, have you found a sea
deep enough to swim in
deep enough to drown in
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What fanciful creators we are:
bestowing shock absorbers on cars
sprinkling tenderizer on meats
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morning epiphany
applicable to love and life
in haiku-like purity:
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