.	in the dreamtime by Ingrid Swanberg i. your shadow disappeared, your shadow at noon and long across the dust at evening the dream joined to your shadow the dream that wrote on us the unpronounceable, your shadow disappeared from noon and its long walk across the dust at evening, not ever to fall here again I walk into the water where one already has drowned past the drop to the deep through the vast night ruin down the iron stair a thousand times   ii. sleeping city wreathed in smoke   iii. I fell asleep near Treblinka too quiet glide of rusted freight the spring turf underfoot the empty meadow the innocent trees thrashing in the wind   iv. we are pouring gasoline over the hundred corpses a long line at the station hurry a train is due in down a corridor the windows beaded besteamed bedewed and on the other side the night the immensity a raven looking in   v. night forest stars thick as snow the one I follow shines unwinking cold I ride beside a frozen lake great firs grown out of the ice and warships anchored pale and frostbound glazed in rime three of them glow crimson fire in their hulls pure stillness midnight   vi. opening the old book: a burning thought the river charcoal soft poppy dust always passing exploded words hang in graphite haze   the static dance of the letters the page crumbling to dust in the dust writes annihilation   vii. gathered by the poets in the dream, I am held by your deep eyes in my naked emptiness, ride a black pony by the rosedawn sea