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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
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]
