the image of the name
flashed like a flame
now it’s a shame
not to recall
where, how, who it is,
what was happening and why,
I should have awakened and made a note
and written it upon the sky
debris on Wild Sleep River moved on,
floated tumbling, passed while I dreamed,
whatever so concerned me then
is not so important now, as it had seemed
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