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[litany]

You told me you moved past it
I went into my room
I closed the door
and thought about the kind of motion necessary
to sound the way you sounded
conveying law with the face of a friend
and the voice of bad dreams.

It's not the dreams
It is the dreams
Dreams where the body learns how to be sworn
against itself and the mind hooks into that shape
and waking up doesn't mean what anyone else
seems to think it does -
doesn't mean that at all.

You told me you moved past it
And all those times I'd made
Drowning motions in the face
of razors, smoke, the rush of
concrete -
- all those times were suddenly
dreams too, not one meaning what I needed it to.

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[litany]