Dream
Is not a place to lose yourself.
Let the beauty of this poem
Startle you and wake you up.
Deep inside
There is a trail of the sun –
When you follow her,
She will take you to field
Where we all made love
To each other.
Beloved,
A half minute glimpse
Of aliveness is Sweeter than
a thousand years
Of forgetfulness.
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