dark and spark
Two lay side by side: one dreamed a moon, one dreamed a sun: when done a heaven- dance was made.
Now light was doubled; now it was snuffed; and any Thing that skipped or seemed inanimate Was that dream’s reflection:
white-washed morning into whose epiphanies the sleepers stiffly rise fog in their eyes what was that? what?
(Oh, dream with me longer if you can: for us, the domed forever’s held suspended on the stem of a single flower that you tended plucked and gently placed into my hand)
All that’s made’s unmade: dark accompanies the spark: silence carries music’s seed as much as any sound or anyone’s desire to speak:
The candle’s weak: the flame is strong: if dreaming draws a heaven who would question we were right? who could say that we were wrong?
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