dream in unmade yellow and blue
bed opposite window
something about grey car won’t
start don’t know why
recall earlier perception when,
past its true place
next, unlimited number of possibilities,
perhaps is
when the truck left I thought I
could follow my own
thought stream without being accompanied
by pianist
grey whiteness of fog again
against invisible ridge
lines of birds circling to the
right toward horizon
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