We have only two dreams
One while asleep I think
And one while awake
Two sides of a flipped coin
The text on one face
The painting on the next
Which one should I follow
The blue coming up from the southeast
Bringing the wind close behind it
Or the leaves falling at my feet
Someone is holding me tight
Someone I've only just met
At any moment I'll wake up
Only the waking is endless
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