The Folding World

The last time I dreamed, the world folded and

unfolded at angles waking eyes have never seen.

It crept closer when I looked askance, looming

like a lover feigning patience not possessed.

It retreated in the sigh of an opening door,

playing polite for guests as yet unfamiliar

with the collapsing and resuscitating world

I recall most completely & keenly in sleep.

07/30/2019

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