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Forgetting Dreams Emily McKeage
I woke up blank to a dream’s dark antic, and didn’t care, blinking at brightness, white linens spreading out from me like simple solutions; but soon in the window’s boxed flood of sun the frantic play of dust brought me back: how things accumulate in time. linens to the laundry. down the block someone sleeps in a church doorway, under the gothic arch’s skyward sweep: a dreaming life, safe behind a cardboard barricade. but the sun won’t leave your bottom half alone. I imagine a smell deep within myself which no evasion forgives or avoids. enacted within his box home is the same ludic. violations and inclusions, sturdy, inane, azure assurance of flight: craft and transformation never to be—including, possibly, an answer to the hardness of concrete. I hope you remember. evasions, death accumulate under the carved arch. delay called life. the silly acolytes hover, peer through doorways and giggle, bear extinguished candles, in white robes. the full account is not neat. history accumulates, blunt, fecal, statistical. something should grow from this. but the glut of particle dreams is all, scattered. urine—days, weeks old. fury. brokenness.
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