MAKESHIFT MAKE-BELIEVE
(fantasia)
I awake sometimes profoundly disturbed :
my knees are locked and my mind is gone.
Far. Distant. Every form and line that's ever
passed my way is overlapped, calling a name
I think I can recognize. The fissures and the cracks
of this crazy human tale - Peter Rabbit to B'rer the
same, to Rumpelstilskin and Aladdin Sane. Everything
that ever conspired to be. It's all I can do to hold my
hands down; to keep from passing into still another
dream, running wild in a cosmic slip - firing farther
than the stars and more distant than any cosmic
story ever told. My Archimedes screw is screwing
me, killing me softly with its love, telling my whole
life with its words, killing me softly.
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