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And there are nights
when I can’t speak,
not even to the wind
in the strange tongue of the dark pine trees.

Beside you I failed to dream of anything else.

Really, what I’m thinking
tonight is there is nothing
in all the flat world which would satisfy me.

So I think of you beside me,

your body knotted with dreams.

How the sky can seem an intrusion,

all this blue like an ocean, an ur-sea.

Something in which to vanish. To sink like stones.

I’m dreaming of all the use I could have been
but was not,
[…] maybe this dream
has piled against my mind
like snow and the cold radiates everywhere,
through the windows and the door
it comes like a battering
ram, announcing itself with splinters,