a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

August 28, 2007
Why did I remember my dream of you last night?

Because you are the opposite of everything I thought was true.
Because you have made me view myself in more than three dimensions.

Because you speak with a voice that ripples the land like a tide.
Because in your presence there is no distance between Point A and Point B.

Because in your presence time is less important than timing.
Because in your presence I feel less of the beast in me.

Because you were only a dream,
and you changed me.

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