0127 A Poem About Gertrude Stein

a poem slept the poem slept nobody knew it slept it did not know itself that it slept it slept like a baby and that was refreshing it refreshed itself before it was born as babies do it did not then know itself that it slept but when it woke up it knew that it had slept while it slept this poem had a dream it was a good dream it did not know that it was a dream it dreamed itself awake but when it woke up it remembered that it had had a dream it remembered that it was a dream when it was awake when it woke up it remembered itself and dressed appropriately and told itself to friends and strangers it told itself the same way to friends and strangers that was its duty because it was it did not mind whether they were friends or strangers because it was a poem I know I know this I know this because I know this because there is a because I know this because the poem told me I know this because the poem told me it had a name A poem about Gertrude Stein