Who is it flapping their wings
Come fly with me a while
Who is it long hammering
Look I've built you a castle
Who is it weeping in the garden
I am your truest friend
Of course imaginary
If only thinking makes it real
As when you suddenly see
Out of the blurred gray objects
In a picture the clear face
Of a calf you can't unsee
Out of nothing the whole
Becomes a part a hole
Leading to a greater part
Something wakens all at once
In your sleeping heart
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