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remember and that is a tree there in the corn field
and when we wandered in your dream it was i
who awoke and was left with nothing but a memory
that fragments more with every night that passes

i once lived elsewhere
and nibil is my name-o

when rain and sun spoke to my skin in a language
that i was born with
when time had no meaning
and the nights were full of wonder

elephants dance in the garden
the paving stones are loose
with a crowbar and a dream, my friend,
we will upend this universe
and write our destinies in it’s shadow

by the window leaves fall to the ground
when we stand, we stand outside
our hands close together
morning dwells by our bedside
and quickly departs
we are but a moment

m. silihin