Since in a dream I’ve foreseen everything,
I disagree – since in my sleep I have or had
A point of view. In the world or in the past, I know
That I have climbed your tower and fallen to the fields
Or streets a hundred times, or drowning seen electric serpents
Writhing on the surface of a lake. I half suspected
Then that it was real, but lost it in this retrospective mood,
This vague connection with the world. Sometimes, the recollection
Of a fruitless correspondence. Or how with easy unconcern
I had routinely shuffled through the dirty streets of North West 10.
A house, a birth, a whole fragmented history, and so…the world
A kind of world, a halfway thing…
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