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it’s about love if you wish it to be

at the end of a dream
(this isn’t a dream, it’s
a row of dreams)
please refrain
from speaking
or unnecessary
movement (these
legs of mine sea
legs no longer)
and tie the elbows
of your heart together
(together forever)
in a knot of sweet
reverence, devoted
to rescue the self
from the strict temple
of the mind (unless
it keeps you alive,
unless it keeps you,
alive) and follow
the little stones
follow the little stones
I’ve left for you
(

portal somewhere close, portal somewhere immediate, portal to tenderness,
portal to flow