- one minute before recalling -

this dream puts away its cover,
tucks me into someone's eye
ten times blurred, then ten times slower
pours it from his self in mine;

twenty street lamps it recovers
from a lane like any other,
foresees paces, sharpens curves,
hems in oxygen to urns.

five words pass through uttered callings,
some ten thoughts that weren't there
grow ten minds that now can bear

- five seconds after recalling.