The Night Sky
A chair grows from the floor
now that the age
of classical sculpture is over.
The train starts but we are still
here, partaking
of those final moments of sleep
before sleep resumes. It shows
in the photograph
a walled city or wooden ship
the eyelids glued together
the rows of passengers content
with the absence of movement.
Michael Palmer
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