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this is a dream i had of you resting in my lap for a while i crashed comets into your shoulder i raked leaves in your hair i just sat and listened to the sound you lifted me closer to the ceiling but i knew it was not there i had another dream of you i killed three people and was anxious the whole time i woke up like i fell asleep

i never knew that there was so much to say about reading maps i have hit walls so big i lost count of my own hands when they ran away to different lands of you and i feel this so deep and away still that i cannot find the way back to my home. i miss my home

you help me believe that maybe the world is not full of ants, i have not considered that in a shamefully long time, so i ask you, i see you, do you want to take a picture with me?, you have always said okay, when i look later at our pictures i can feel miles ahead, the ground vibrating, roaring, an answering call of anything is possible, a sky so clear that we cannot see it, even as we are bounding through it,

it is late until it turns to early it takes a little time to realize that both mean the same we both took up space on my floor and in an over half-way sort of quiet we observed the movements of a film the accents of which we continue to mimic

from my head you are the shape of ten thousands of gladiators and i am some grecian beast draped in a primal scent and we fight on a stage lost in the triangle for thirty years and when i finally become a tree your shield and spear embracing me with a pointed kiss on the top of the mountain my homes will rain down with open palms from one last end of the stars to a place where nothing beats for the cold