DREAM CLEANER

     woven
     cane
     light:
     wasted,
     near
     there,
                                             aimed
                                             singing
                                             neither
                     widened                 serene              
                     sheepbell               mostly                  
                     tolls                   glow'd;
                     lay                     lovers
                     mute,                   peer'd                   
                                                             then
                                                             no
                                                             mirror's
                                                             all:
                                                             ever
                                                             gusted                                                                            way,
                                          terran            
                                          wits
                                          clang,
                                          lastly
                                          boatheaded
                                          brow.