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a poem by
Philip Terry
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AFTER BASHO

Chuang-tzu, who once used a skeleton for his pillow when
he slept, said he could not distinguish reality from dream.

I

The moonfish will guide you ...
This way, traveller's cheques; please come
Into the inquisition here.

II

Do those blossoming face-packs
Make you feel basic?
Hazy monotype.

III

Beyond the coadjutant
A wild Gorgon, parting forever
From a frieze.

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