Lying In a Phencyclidine Mud

lying in the mud
I couldn't move
wide open eyes
immobile

the stars though…

I could see the stars
all so clear
Lake Saint Claire
onto Canada
they spread till the morrow
stopping now and then
for clouds and sorrow
not noticing the child small
too wasted almost to breathe
able only to see...

I don't remember ever getting up

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