sketch for my pleasure your dreams
as long as you paint them
without rhyming. prove to me
you had a dream
if only because
even you aren't convinced.
take a bite from your heart
and show me those seeds
you hide in your flesh.
teach me about it.
help me know how you plan to plant
some future, whether or not
you possess soil, whether or not
you carry salt in your tears.
i want to understand
why you try
to till the sky, the reason
you build your nest
somewhere in hidden places
the wind cannot carry me to.
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