the framework upon which
our existence rests
we must hold our breaths
without the hollow reeds
to carry us hidden downriver
stacking up into thatch-roofed houses
we blow our dreams through
to set them afloat
on the sea of eternity
which is to say
the fire it takes to burn
those homes down
would never have been set
without the water with which to douse them
and from which all their kindling grew
into the fallen monarchs of the forest
we are so deeply within we cannot be seen
even to ourselves
when discovering each other
in a place where darkness
becomes impossible
while time unwinds
from the stellar depths
haunting us all visibly
each night while we exhale
our pent up sleep
so we may reawaken
the following morning
to a brand new day
having secured
that after all
we are
we are
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