This is a somnambulist

And his take on things is dream-like, dreams being the stuff other dreams are made of.

This is a tripod, and it steadies itself on its three-fours
– triangulating
– whatever
– sense
it can make of that dream that just whooshed by: damn you speedy somnambulist

would it really really kill you to slow down a bit?

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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