A Country of Dreams

A Country of Dreams

The country of dreams has its own geography.
Anytime I enter it, I recognize the same vectors
of direction, bearings of roads in the mountains,
the way you have to turn in order to come upon
the proper street. Not a repetition of the same
details, for they change, but as it were in encoded
spatial memory, yet taken from where, from
what landscapes once seen, it is difficult to tell.








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