March 8, 2005

  • Running alone in Dreamland last evening
    I dreamt of the way the world could be:
    What's more honest than simple moments of sunset
    and dreams carried with the wind?
    They thus came together for me.
    And I heard a wolf whisper, though none could be seen:
    “It’s the time of getting-strong.”

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