lost
I can't even remember what it was –
the thing I was looking for in my dream
something you lose that way
shows up in the afternoon
there are days on end
the line is gone
you feel like a fool to stand and call
it goes the other way too
the red king
and the candle
a lake of wax
and still not guttered
people find me in a dream
how did I get there?
sometimes we wander along together
then daylight comes into it
the place where I am woken
is never twice the same
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