DREAM
Meet me where the seeds fall like snow
I am me, I am you
Lost
Outside of myself
Vibrant, hot, frozen
Elastic emotion
You have taken my words
Opened my soul
Untie my tongue
But when I am recovered enough to speak, you are gone , and I am alone with my shopping
From "The Book That Dreams"
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