Pome: I Tumble And Tumble Through Sleep And The Centuries Witness Moi

The deities strum harps

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Time is a waking thing. Pic: Gaynor Jackson

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I Tumble And Tumble Through Sleep And The Centuries Witness Moi

in the white morn

i nap

and tumble and tumble and tumble and tumble;

doze through the Romans marching the Euphrates one afternoon in Syria,

witness the last dinosaur’s last luncheon,

the death of all stars,

a picnic of herring and leavened rolls and beer in a meadow in Prussia

and the minutes of my slumber are all the tomes ever scribed, romances ever romanced, birds fluted and