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THE
COMPANY OF SELVES
In
dreams I am various me’s from past layers
of
bodymind-felt blurs in various memory chambers.
Usually
I am at my peak but always it seems
there’s
a company of me in hearty rooms or tar ponds.
Often
we’re led by a fortyish type from an office
or
a hustling liar with 30-something charisma.
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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