(part 8 of 'Nightlife'. A night poem in 10 parts) 8. I sleep. All my day-dreams surround me, whispering, talking, laughing at me, mingling with each other and folding ridiculously fluffy egg-white fantasies into the fairy-cake mixture carefully, not beating too much, keeping the air in: bosses in my kitchen and children's voices: mine and Me in my pyjamas on the school's front lawn - a navy blue sky at midnight signalling the end of the world and stairs going nowhere in the dark Dèjà vu dèjá vu dèjá vu dèjá vu ... Reality escapes; stirring. 9. ... from 'Nightlife' in I sleep, I dream (night-life.html)
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