For nearly the first time since the Cape, I slept. It required me to spend hours after midnight waiting for my body to get the unconsciousness memo and then repeat the process this morning after a doctor's office called back at the crack of business, but construction has been precluded by the recurrent nor'easter rain and it worked. The dreams were nothing to write home about, but at least I had them. And then we had a mild power outage, but still. Sleep! I could get used to it.
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- 1: Wish everyone could hear when she sings
- 2: I cannot feel it, the veil of black, a fine spray of white paint
- 3: I make sure there are hidden messages in my work
- 4: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 5: I'll stay out until my mind is like a clear glass
- 6: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 7: Pilgrimage, private life, mortality
- 8: My dream house is a negative space of rock
- 9: Your spirit watched me up the stairs
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