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Dreaming Of Wang's Carpets

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Risen;
Genteel, thrumming sines,
skyward, oscillate.

Myself,
a dreary haze, afloat;
razed by cubist seas
                       e   e
                       a   a
                       seas.

Lo!

Among those hollow, plastic cubes,
An other one; one other me:

  "A me! A me!
  Is it thee?
  No, not I;
  it is a she."

'Lo she.

By her, irradiant Asian-made,
on Irish panpipe-voice, were played:
You know, I look around at the faces I know;
I fall in love with the people in the front row
                                                                row
                                                                      row

your boat dancers (3)
glue (one by one) each of their clappers (9)
to tip-toeing felafel-clams; as we/ (27)
they/she/me
m e l t
back unto the sea.
A dream, a result of my fairly heavy reading recently, which, while I embellished quite enough, contains all the qualities of my dream, plus others I feel would match.

I won't say what is embellished and otherwise, I will just let you stew in thought.

-- Accreditations --

The reference to Wang's Carpets can be found in
1. Diaspora, by Greg Egan,
2. The short story "Wang's Carpets", also by Greg Egan, first published in the anthology New Legends, edited by Greg Bear.
They are both hardcore Science Fiction, so unless you read lots of Science Fiction, have studied math, or enjoy pain, I would not recommend them. :)

The preview is from Greg Egan's personal website found here.

Part of the poem is a paraphrase of lyrics from the song "People in the Front Row" by DJ Melanie (Safka). Can you guess which part? :P

There's also a tribute to a poet, long forgone, which the more astute (or well read) may pick up. ;)
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pavillion's avatar
'Lo she = Lao She (or Tzi)?
the contrast of "razed (raised)" and the decline of "seas" was interesting.
The "A me" stanza was wicked. (Also read like ami French).