You used to dream you were laughing
you read important papers
in languages you couldn’t comprehend
and laugh 
and laugh
You dreamt of a house
that wasn’t there
over and over
with whispers and movement
Then waves
and drowning
and surfing
Darkness
Light
The watcher and the watched
You do not know the end of things
It is always a mystery

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