Summer Lay Asleep...
Summer lay asleep
curled up in itself
dreaming that it
actually was
although it was only
another door
I opened
into my self
in search of a self
door after door
(this was the summer of 1964)
but when memory
had finally
tracked me down
it found
I had become
someone else
who no longer existed
under stars that persisted
like questions
in this summer sky
and how I...
and even God
thought I was dead
or at least
doubted my existence.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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