If you dream
of camels flying through needles,
you may not be dreaming.
If you see your family around you,
they may not really be there.
I went for one last walk
to say goodbye to the cat,
and there she was,
whole, a hundred percent,
nothing left out or taken away.
I found you three and a half years ago,
when I was standing
with my salty face in the sun,
starving my wishes.
The world is nothing of ours to make,
the forecast is never quite right,
and so I fall to your feet,
my author, sweet fate, sweet night.
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