the dream
and what of dreams?
didn’t they ask for more when they breached their heart into those tonal cavities? sometimes the music stops, but we are still dancing and this too is a kind of prayer. can you outline it gently and remember the way we were?...not again, too soon, i hope, not sure, just right, wait, one more...i’m sorry. but isn’t that just it? the pulsating dreams that ruminate in the quake of your heart? the sky can be your mother and the wind is also a memory, so dividing certainly won’t solve the mass of form. glide gently and lovingly dove, you are the way love is.
you are a dream in slow motion.
- rae niwa
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