that in the dream we may avoid
not so dangerous

when you thought

There'd be surprising things in poems. We'd grin politely. Secretly

rise up in mist. Evaporate nicely. Go on.

Didn't you think I'd notice how you loved our new city. Sleepily. Gone

through towers to meadows to time. Not time.

More complicated conditions in this refurbished independence. I'm

found. Under a local bridge. Surprised. And by.

My incapacities go on. You'll drop by with or without pasta. We'll eat

from the bottom. And seriously. How wasn't I.

Could this be what Thanking arranges. A pleasant continuation. Some for

drinks some substance going on. Some How.


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