With your passport to the dream you can enter & depart
 
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Well.  This would have bored you already,
murmur music, mystic tornado chasing–
 
You’d yawn,
asking, whose have I become?  why
do I work now in your dreams instead of my own.
 
The making ephemeral:
New York to London in 45 minutes–
So much for that ocean you and I loved to risk.