A dream with-
This starts by recounting a dream, like a shock.
The red thread that made you forget. The glass
the tall red box.
Recall it, this collision
when you open the door
of the book exchange &
place a package in the place of Coming through
it’s coming through me)—
by telling the dream
by sewing the air with a lens
“I held my hands above me—”
an offering, a signpost, a letterbox by the side of the road
In the dream I am stood in the telephone box and I’m sewing
the air with a thread. Above me, you are watching. This is the dream.
In the box, you’ll find a page, and a page, and a page, and a page
“If you don’t shake, don’t get no—”