They move through thickly interwoven undergrowth only
remembering the old songs
Like that morning when star and moon had attached to your
wrists and nothing could end the night
They have neatly folded away a tablecloth. in its secret
receptacle it seems to make billowing sounds and to remind them of the sea
They sit with their backs to trees and write in dapper
yellow notebooks
When you recognised a stark incommensurability – night with
its featureless cornucopia, nothing with its spare and elegant annihilator’s
face
Overnight everything vanished. everything remained where it
was, arc lights burning darkly bright
~
we were tied down on metal and rubber beds
reality injection
terrible cold coming in through the window bars
waves spinning round in clamped down pools
slowly the white day gave way to a violet night
footsteps stalked the corridors their bodies lifetimes
behind them
our lips began to flower and text-ribbons billowed out into
the silent streets
where police sirens howled and dogs danced
where police sirens howled and dogs danced
we were each issued with a little paper hat
we looked at our paper hatted heads in greeny mirrors and
chuckled at nothing
they wheeled the beds out into the corridor
they helped us on with our coats
the door slammed behind us
we tramped out into the countryside
the fields were populated with giant crows
we ran down a path until we came to a railway line
it was overgrown and disused
a train came along o so slowly
we clambered on board
we wrote down all the dreams we’d inherited on the backs of
our companions’ necks
the train vanished with us inside
the sun came up and with it the world
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