Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The days of sleepwalking

In the middle of the night 
I wonder
how you and I met

did we wander, like

do you remember 
was it night or day?

we drifted inside 
echoes, and
you emerged again 
inside me

I listened to myself 
as you rose, awake
from a sleep, that
foresaw us.

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