Follow The Moon
/Something of import, shown in a dream, is lost in translation.
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What sieve
will distill a dream?
A thing of moment
intimated,
but confounded
by dictionary devils.
Enticing in its grey distance,
alluring in its apple wholeness,
it follows like a moon.
One wakes
to the knives of morning,
mourning the loss of the thing.
Struck dumb,
as it were.
By Lee Dunn
From: Canada
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