The crack between knowing
the grasp that exceeds the reach
the mind's walking stick.
Gear for shape-shifters
night reveries
dream voices on a separate track
sotto voce
infinite point of matter
seen edgewise
shimmer of reeds
in ripples
the legend of mind on
an unseen map
In dreams hold your arms a certain way, and fly.
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