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Among the Unawake poems from the Great Plains by Rodney Nelson

W h e r e   Y o u   A r e

I am of the day and I want to
stay in it but maybe the night is
where you are
the only medium
of communion that we have had
between eleven and half past
if
dream had been experience then one
year ago we lay at the foot of
a stone mountain and last night in a
condo of yours in the Mother Lode
you
were a summiter then
now had
freckled breasts
a dream however is
the work of mind without refinement
nonart
nonempirical
I have
thought but maybe it is a way to
call or call on each other in your
only medium too when a wak-
ing attempt between eleven and
eleven thirty does not go through

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