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“My notes assembled in the crevice of sleep”


My notes assembled in the crevice of sleep.

Love melted armor for a second or two:

On to another stage. I’m not about to repeat

The things I thought I heard you say.

“O psychic rose,” I called out in the stillness,

A passage marked by a spear, a jet of steam:

Last night I dreamed of Vandelay again.

I sat beside you for a minute.Then you left

And still I kept the thing you might have made.

Yes, I embraced that ancient faith, a swerve

That no other reader managed to navigate.

Sweet distended kisses, words to appease

My emperor. My final emperor,

Who set the game to match. How may I blank you?

from LucindaFind more by John Beer at the library

Copyright © 2016 John Beer
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.

Published in John Beer Poems

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