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Stations in a DreamLovers with Flowers Can you contain my most intimate whisper, settle it down after it has entered you, make it a part of you and still cling to my hand as gently as your eyes hold me? Something must protect our weakness, our mortality, and I choose the petal and the leaf for their own transcience, as life is emboldened by mortal fear. In this light through this glass and wood, I sleep confidently in your murmurs and dreams, deaf to significance, delighting in our petty island of flowers and silences. You have turned my soul to blazing pith. |
