Saturday, December 11, 2010

Poem from Tumblr posted Monday, December 6

what comes to us
is fragments
when our dreams
consort with their dreams
and die without us
without a word
but we do not
so much as want
or wound them
as we embrace them
too long
until they star
to resolve themselves
and they cannot stand
to be so ordinary
or remembered
because they are divine
when they are forgotten

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