So my dream includes a fountain by a church
When I fall back into it
By which point you are gone
Into the other worlds you occupy
I think often very bravely
I think we can only imagine one another
Here in this tunnel of mirrors
The real seeing comes later
But I get up anyway
Confident of something
Though I’m not sure what
I write this on the day I’m sowing
The winter grass so you would
Remember me when it leaps
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