Two times in your life
you will write a lot:
when you have nothing to say
and
when you have,
and have,
and have,
but say nothing.
*
I had a dream
that I did not need
to dream anymore
but then I woke up
and could not remember
where I was
or how I got there
or how, too, I could
leave a space where there was
no beginning I remembered
and no end I knew
until it is right there after
things happened
and
after instances
where I tried to close
my eyes
but could not do so
for the blackness
I saw was just
white flesh
dreaming it were
something else.
*
God perfected perfection
in paradise
and then realized
a different
kind of breath
was missing.
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