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Ceilings by Doug Knowlton
from Legacy 1972
Ceilings
by Doug Knowlton
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are the beams of midnight vehicles
to dance their giants across, gone
as quickly as they come...
- and for sleepless killers who count
stars in speckled paint and straining
plaster,
And ceilings are the cloudless skies of nurseries
for dreaming young to paint their hearts
up on, while my friend clutches
his chair, beside himself with
meditation, I stretch with spine
to the floor, my eyes scratching
the boundless fields above
like an insane pslamist without
a tomorrow.
