Monday, September 29, 2014

A fragment...

I dreamed
a reality
where my hands touched
that door,
smooth and solid

Beyond and within
i didn't  know what was
i didn't care
for all i did, was ,
the sensation itself
that vividnesas, that reality

The door,
 a door no more
so like paper
 without ink i wrote
in it's knob
something important
but forgotten
it is all gone
awashed as i noticed
her hair silver
and skin dark
before the dream went
as swift as it came
to be....

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