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Sunday, March 11, 2012

This dream passes as quickly as its telling

Wherever you start, there’s a beginning,
it said,
beginning to lure me into its crystalline
blue, dotted
not by dots but by blurs of a deeper blue.
You knew
all along, as long as you could, it couldn’t, you
couldn’t, keep you
in the where there where you were. It did, not long,
but long
enough to learn. I followed it then, not wanting
to stop. Long,
it stopped and turned and smiled back at me, us,
a grin
tall at both ends. It wouldn’t end till mine was just
beginning.
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