Not far in time to sleep
Deep dreams
Horizons and sunsets
Escape or creep back
As if to the Inchcape
There far from the west
Of wayward slumbers
Up and over the brow
Boldly off the Wolds
Off the clay and chalk
Off the sleep time talk
& the bare, fair set
Mazy wanderings
Up and over the treetops
Torn away from the trunk
Ripped off the branch
And the twig and skunk
Of the night time
Cigarette
The scared
Worn sweat
Which bared those unfair
& crazy wanderings
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