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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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