Dream

‘I dreamed I knew I was dreaming, but this knowledge too was a dream. And you, aren’t you a daydream, or the daydream itself? I like to think I’m dreaming you, or that you’re dreaming me. Then I fall away from you and think I’m in the world, or standing apart, but I always wake up in this dream you tell me will never end. You lead me to where things become unstrung, where life turns into death and vice versa. It’s in this dispersal that you come to me and I talk to you. We could disappear like smoke or a hasty promise, in the lightness of these words…’

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