This poem is taken from Stand 211, 14(3) September - November 2016.

John Gallas Four Poems
Sleep’s geography Learning clouds

I wait at the navel of my world,
my ear laid on its middle march.
A quiet thump of Evolution
jogs the long white country.

Ssh, this is our hylic night,
when atlases embody, billow slow,
and bulge, and breathe –
I lift my sleepy head

and discover north,
then south. Here lie
Entelechy, Balnibari, Gaaldine,
Nihilon, Lothlorien and Farfelu,

whose scapes, like children’s beaches,
mantle with some bright,
familiar dream,
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