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tae mong
(womb dreaming)
for Loren Goodman and Dan Disney
all of us were dreamt to be
that dream's like a love letter
how else a hilltop of stars up?
aren't you there?
you touch to be
rush towards and falling
in dreams things can go on forever
there is no fixed extent
nor is time ever where we left it
it's like a ladder you can't tell
or climbing, it's a tree
you wonder at the world
and whether
over the falls
becoming we are
the breeze is all our hair
our dreaming brings
a world about
we have a womb in mind
the image
and no meaning yet
and when we watch the dream
we sing
not a word is said
it's the heart-mind aching
do other organs dream as well?
are there births to them?
no shadows where there is no sun
colour turned down till it's gone
that dream's is our love letter
we all were dreamt to be
Beautiful.
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ReplyDeletean honor, dear Kit (am Googling "tae mong" now)!!
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