We are all asleep
and dreaming
here,
standing skin to
skin.
We are still,
snapshots of
ourselves,
mute and
unfinished.
All I remember
are our
feet, rushing out
the train,
taking us one step
after another,
wanting to get
somewhere,
easily forgetting
that there is
no somewhere
just here.
(Sept. 24, 2009)
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