“How are dreams connected, and where and
how weighty is their index?”
–Clark Coolidge
to return to the moment’s memory
unclotted with love’s previous traces
nor transfigured into a past’s embrace
I run a finger along the margins
a lost alphabet to find our places
revealed within between which dream tonight
a selected revision binds us tight
a simple clarity recalled stripped clean
prior to a causality explained
where I no longer need this connection
shake out the pages until marks fall free
as if position were the same as stance
or tame persistence could reclaim the heft
of meaning’s initial hammer strike home
(July 18, 2013)
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