I've left off.
I've leapt off,
how?
Dreaming me, myself once, now
I dream me another,
one other
than myself. Not
my voice, not
my mien,
not mine.
Around me, not
my friends or loved ones, but
ones loved the same.
And me again
myself, as other. With now,
this now,
being time
or times
when the other is
stranger; When an other is,
how? Other than loved?
There is danger in love, in
loving
the stranger I've become. In
dream, I can
love another, this other than
me. My self, yes
myself yet,
because I am he, or
her, or...
I am loved . And I'm at a time, when?
why, when
I wake, and when I may not be
me,
myself, or another, yet not
not. Not
yet. Yet, no other, and yes
for all
I am, all
again,
as I began.
