A shared absence

‘I dreamed my speech merged with yours, that I addressed myself to you as a familiar. No, not a familiar, a shared absence. I dreamed we were both outside our own dreams. That day I felt free. There was nothing to prove, no end and nothing but ending. Death was here, for us both, as an uncertainty, a lightness. I listened to your murmur and was shown how to live without living, die without dying. I’d mastered nothing and neither had you. I was freed from my contradictions, which were endless.’

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