I
had wandered into where
we have what we have in common.
Although I was
disguised as lost
and she was purposely unattentive.
Through the benediction of
my senses directed
and she as unrelentlessly tracking,
we have struggled
fatefully towards each other.
Our communication is this third party of dreams.
We have portrayed ourselves
as cross-adversaries of the same quest.
In my
darkened room,
in my darkest mood,
I take off the costume of my imaging.
I then
embrace the void within,
only then to discover
that the mother of my nightmares
has undressed herself in my mind
while I was taking off my meanings . . .
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