dream sleep

dream sleep
By Alan MacDougall

It was a sleep that fell on me
It was the sleep of old men

in late afternoon
and the little knot of energy

dust devil of my life
seemed patched upon the thin

atmosphere
of creation

whirling out and in
of a thing we have to know
misnamed -- I mean

called time
So time was called a while

and

I was free to dream
and go out and in with

other lives,
asking and answering
away from the sun I moved,

breathing

slowly and patiently and

into memories
that might or might not ever have been

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