occupy this cloud-like table
floating above the sheep meadow
of the central park
of my castled mind
with its magic bed
laying open on the page I read
half of the leaf so red
lifts slightly in my mind
as easily in the wind
my mind lifts too
while the bed crashes around
in the room where my mind
evicts all its symbols
out onto the lawn
and even my heart that forest
feels heartlessly glad for a time
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