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& the answer was Dream & as I understood it dream was no longer receiving impressions but continuing on an abandoned walk so I said Okay.

& I shoot true north straight past the tree branches which catch in my hair & break off into a mane of twigs. Rising quicker & quicker until the world becomes black swirl & the river black snake curling about itself & the land moves & laps no geometrical plots no cornfields sectional & angular no electric haze of lights no elevator shafts just something pure & unnamed

I dissolve into black air & am kidnapped by a diving wind which pulls me back down into a tangle of thick high branches into molecules into skin surrounding bone & far under this maze shreds of conversation drift up hallucinatory & relevant

hallow akin hands finders mineral driftwood forget selves

& the answer was Yes & as I understood it

I awoke

to Sun peeking over the prairie angry with me but shy to say so just hovering & glowering red cheeked