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. can't sleep (mind pacing) lift up in bed i look to the window : night ballooning irrigation set dense in the air a forestry of dreams and scents they'd said 'move over and give us a fortune' some fumbles and growth provide furnish and much seed teaming industry and repaid formalities secrets knit under it all they even do dark business at the border and families did sprout houses surround The Work as the god fir trees were felled the mystery recedes and other jobs buckle into the needs of The Community all this to be plundered through generations of small town innocents hunting deer haunting tones of church sermon and sewing badges on the uniform with coded handshakes playing detective and tales told of the natives held at bay all those who wander alone at dusk (sins of the feathered nest) night marooned infancy malefic spirits in the theatre wings prepare their practical jokes fantasies to answer solitary prayer riddles phantoms mockery perfume and veils with labor task and labyrinth true darkness holds sway for those who wander amongst the trees at night beyond banishment they may simply vanish become spirits in company join the pain of the land leaving remain a corpse to be cried over and puzzled with i puff back through my window and retake my form in bed inflate it with a sleepy breath
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Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 9:31 AM UTC
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. can't sleep (mind pacing) lift up in bed i look to the window : night ballooning irrigation set dense in the air a forestry of dreams and scents they'd said 'move over and give us a fortune' some fumbles and growth provide furnish and much seed teaming industry and repaid formalities secrets knit under it all they even do dark business at the border and families did sprout houses surround The Work as the god fir trees were felled the mystery recedes and other jobs buckle into the needs of The Community all this to be plundered through generations of small town innocents hunting deer haunting tones of church sermon and sewing badges on the uniform with coded handshakes playing detective and tales told of the natives held at bay all those who wander alone at dusk (sins of the feathered nest) night marooned infancy malefic spirits in the theatre wings prepare their practical jokes fantasies to answer solitary prayer riddles phantoms mockery perfume and veils with labor task and labyrinth true darkness holds sway for those who wander amongst the trees at night beyond banishment they may simply vanish become spirits in company join the pain of the land leaving remain a corpse to be cried over and puzzled with i puff back through my window and retake my form in bed inflate it with a sleepy breath
night fuming forrest/gathers my spirit/forlorns readily/when i wore out my energy/ i puff back through my window /and retake my form in bed/inflate it with a sleepy breath [original notes : ("night blooming jasmine" - david lynch's headstone) night ballooning imagination irrigation takes the air forestry of dreams move over and give us fortune]
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Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 9:31 AM UTC
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