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I see my friend I’ve never met 

in the language of dreams 

we climb a wall in her hometown 

it crumbles beneath us, a red, cracked and beautiful piece of

earth jewelry 

we join friends of hers in an outdoor pool area on the roof

green tile 

three singers, older men 

having a good time, sharing a croon 

we sit 

a waiter comes 

thank you, I say, though no words escape 

just the tune bouncing off the green walls

curling around the table legs and chairs ​​

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I am full of what I do not know of you ​

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​Full of love for your stories 

we’d be friends as children 

I know this in my hip 

close to the bone 

a cozy spot that sometimes moves and spins and is very safe and wise and strong from all the pain and pleasure 

there is a light switch there

that is always on ​

this is the part of me that is you ​

you are light 

I am light 

we are light encased for a time by a body that climbs

and a mind that travels at night at the speed of souls 

you may get tired of me saying this, but this is our language now 

until words catch up to experience 

until we have won our humanity​​

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We are one

We are one

We are one.