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I have my hands out in front of me I’m lightly patting down everything I come across I somehow know the banana shake when I touch it   I can see myself from above As if on a video monitor Why?   I travel slowly down every alley, across every rice paddy, into and through every bedroom, into and through every closet I am asleep and yet I am polite   electronica   rain showers   It is always like this I wear a light brown suit When I come upon you I grope you for what seems like ten minutes As you have noticed But I am excused because I am asleep It is understood I am harmless I am like a blind reverend I am like a politician A ten-year-old girl detains me in the park She carefully clips each of my fingernails   When I yawn the earth rumbles I pat cans in your pantry It is said sparks can be seen coming from my briefcase But I do not carry a briefcase I am not like that