43. In Dreams Begin Impossibilities
Slip & sleep
& sleeping
there is no difference between
these versions of falling
what makes sleeping a dream differs
from one minute to the next
a gauzy curtain might admit
a sprig of heat that might grow
into something
air like airedale
in a sudden swirling
up
almost the quelling of heat
from a sleeping
a light
a computer
left run
ning right
through the night
what words come
from what dreams make
of what life’s lived
in those temporary states of wakefulness
walk out of it
and into the woods
horsed and riding
motion like muscle
flowing
the wind in it
of it
or the settling of wind
into stillness
and the wait
for there is always
something there
you wait for it
and watch
you watch for it
and wait
it has something to do with time.
the sound of snow deepening
piling high
is always somewhere there
the ground remembers it
and roots
even something you recall
a sound not too loud
not as loud as heat
still wet with significance
no way out
without leaving tracks
hoofprint footprint
pad of dogfoot
impression of boot
white but written
on and those
temporary words
that snow erases
we cannot move without writing.
but snow erases nothing now
except the memory of snow
nothing cold in this heat
nothing cold in this heat
the mouth yearns for water that fills the air
the tongue yearns for water that fills the room
nothing cold in this heat
unrememberable snow
and a dream of cold
within which the body
can make its own heat
and a dream of cold white snow
and fingers out
and up
single snowflake on the tip of each
& sleeping
there is no difference between
these versions of falling
what makes sleeping a dream differs
from one minute to the next
a gauzy curtain might admit
a sprig of heat that might grow
into something
air like airedale
in a sudden swirling
up
almost the quelling of heat
from a sleeping
a light
a computer
left run
ning right
through the night
what words come
from what dreams make
of what life’s lived
in those temporary states of wakefulness
walk out of it
and into the woods
horsed and riding
motion like muscle
flowing
the wind in it
of it
or the settling of wind
into stillness
and the wait
for there is always
something there
you wait for it
and watch
you watch for it
and wait
it has something to do with time.
the sound of snow deepening
piling high
is always somewhere there
the ground remembers it
and roots
even something you recall
a sound not too loud
not as loud as heat
still wet with significance
no way out
without leaving tracks
hoofprint footprint
pad of dogfoot
impression of boot
white but written
on and those
temporary words
that snow erases
we cannot move without writing.
but snow erases nothing now
except the memory of snow
nothing cold in this heat
nothing cold in this heat
the mouth yearns for water that fills the air
the tongue yearns for water that fills the room
nothing cold in this heat
unrememberable snow
and a dream of cold
within which the body
can make its own heat
and a dream of cold white snow
and fingers out
and up
single snowflake on the tip of each
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