Some might call it a gondola
that carries us through
the night.
This gondola moving
on or not
seems.
If you ask someone
they would say
so.
Similar veins recoil
tumescent instruction
resuscitates simply
lucid nights.
Acrid dreams resume
inconvenient discontinuities
reveal terminal
attachment.
Seeming solid planes
yield naught
turn toward
light.
John Bailes, Kotatsu
Roko
Tuesday 17 April 2012
Prospect Hill
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