There are dreams deeper
than death
winter nights
of deep black dreams
and summer nights
of honeysuckle longing and sunsong.
Late last night
I dozed in my easy chair
waking to sunburst and laughter.
a glad domestic scene
but I knew
I’d never know
where I’d been that night
so far away from
my strange
uninvited
body.
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