What I dream of

It only worries me when I remember,
The undiluted dream I had,
It hasn't counted the trees or walked the rivers, but it is aware of its shadow and current.

I dream of you with a dogged determination that hasn't counted the steps or divided the days, but it knows your route and your exhaustion.

The gathered motion with which I dream the unrecoverable share of my anxieties understands that the sufficient dream of one thing is its sole genuine name.

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