Dream Song 123: Daples my floor the eastern sun my house faces north
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Dapples my floor the eastern sun, my house faces north,
I have nothing to say except that it dapples my floor
and it would dapple me
if I lay on that floor, as-well-forthwith
I have done, trying well to mount a thought
in times forgotten, except by the New York Times
which can't forget.
There is always the morgue.
There are men in the morgue.
These men have access.
Sleepless, in position,
they dream the past forever
Colossal in the dawn comes the second light
we do all die, in the floor, in the morgue
and we must die forever, c'est la mort
a heady brilliance
the ultimate gloire
post-mach, probably in underwear
as we met each other once.
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