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Sunday, 17 May 2009

Out of the Fog


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Sleep addressed me familiarly, calling

She takes a third of our lives and when
we come back this way a second time
doesn’t recognize us

traipses to the curtains to let
in the broken glass light of clouds

CLOSED

read the sign on the dream shop door
the battered mouse a gray dust ball
about two days dead

roared about lost innocence
to a loose sock on the closet floor

ripped anew

out of the upside
down canoe

(sleep’s protection)











A Woman Asleep at Table: Johannes Vermeer, c.1657 (Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York)

A Boor Asleep
: Adriaen Brouwer (Wallace Collection, London)

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