His Dream

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At the mystic hour we departed together -
You and I - or rather
what we have become.
I am the father,
the brother, the son, the lover, the friend -
all the vectors.
And you are my own.
I will carry you:
Your protector, myself protected.
Burdened with weightlessness and imminence,
we shall walk throughout this city which we know not
by such an hour in the times
when we were green and hopeful.





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