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Dream in which we drive all night

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  • Dream in which we drive all night

    All night she drives. She will not stop.
    She drives down the night highway.

    My feet wrapped in gauze
    are soft as my pillow.

    Her hands clinch the wheel.
    She stares down the white line
    lusting after distance,
    craving a destination.

    My feet are dressed in gauze
    that loosens and and falls.

    Where are we driving in the small hours,
    mile beyond mile beyond the white line?
    The sun too far away to rise
    lies lost beyond the Earth's slow rolling.

    Where have you driven me
    down the night highway?
    I want the brakes on.
    I'm not ready for speed.
    What line have we transgressed?
    I've no yen for scenery. I see
    only unexceptional spectres
    in lack-lustre colours.

    I've circumambulated days
    on feet too tender for the highway.
    My waves crest at low tide.
    I'm unable to fly.
    And how can I walk back in the pitch black?
    This gauze is torn to pieces.

    Oh, don't despise me.
    Get me some shoes!

    Tell me there's pleasure beyond
    the minute-hand sweeping the morning.
    Tell me there's pleasure beyond
    the slow drift of stars. *Tell me
    we'll be dancing before dawn
    in heavenly cities lit
    in neon and incandescent dust.