3014. NARROWOOD

NARROWOOD
I live in a half-world of shadow and
feint, where false messages of an
inherent trait keep breaking through.
My horizon thus - though suffering -
has little to give back to other men.
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I know all about their lamp-lit harbors
and day-light cruises, but I do not care.
My out-of-control craft by contrast careens.
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Most of the time, I don't know where
it is that I am. I sleep and then awake and
- only then for an instant - the two get
interesting : the lamplight and the darkness,
the cowboy meshing with his horse and hat;
while, at the other end of that spectrum,
the indigenous native respects his world,
'every little bit of it', as the spirit guide says.
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Perhaps, in between them, living
in a dream then, am I.