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The dream is simple, it is morning,

there are birds outside, the light

is calm. It is twilight the light is

tired, the nighthawks feed. It is dark

the moon is. The moon is shining through

the dead leaves of a different season.

You are asleep, you are in bed breathing.

You are of the moment. The crowning curve

of your ear peaks through your hair. There

is the warm machine of your breath.

Your skin gathers the light, your skin glows.

A Perpetual illumination in this half light.

I am captured, helpless. I am unwilling

to move. I am content to linger. I let my

breathing fall into tune

.