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Sleep is 20 remembering the insignificant flamenco dancer in Granada who became important as you watched the mountain ridge the dry hills What an idiotic number! Sleep is twenty it certainly isn't twenty sheep there weren't that many in the herd under the cold crest of Sierra Nevada It's more like 20 Madison Ave. buses while I go droning away at my dream life Each episode is important that's what it is! Sequences — I've got going a twenty-act drama the theatre of the active the critics are surely there even the actors even the flowers presented onstage even the wild flowers picked by the wife of the goatherd each morning early (while I sleep) under the snow cone of Sierra Nevada yellow caps like castanets I reach into my bouquet half-dreaming and count twenty yellow capped heads flowers clicking twenty times because they like to repeat themselves as I do as does the morning or the drama one hopes will be acted many times As even these dreams in similar people's heads 20 castanets

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