This is not a dream

This is not a dream that can be transformed in
A bucket full of postulates and caravanserai

Loopholes full of logic and derivative lemmas
Trying to strangulate, triangulate where it is

Possible and coagulate, disambiguate where not.
But the power theorem of contingency aside, where

To look for answers that border on the infant’s slight
Ness of glance, asking once and for all to climb out

Of day’s career and step out in shade of yesternoon that
Is not a thinly disguised veil but a broomfull of vapor.

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