i have a dream
last night i conceived it
as though i am
a woman,
the dream becomes
a touch,
taking shape
it has weight
and needs more space
one night
it comes out with its feet first
and they were all worried
i scream
the man with a black robe
gets a sword and
cuts out
what is coming out from me
and so i have half of this dream
and it is dead
that man's work
seems to me
is to kill dreams and
want to leave us all
dying
upon our own whim
the following day
i heal myself
and i make a promise
that there will be no
dream anymore.
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