In climbing back to grace…

I fall into dreams.
I have sold my soul to images
willingly, with an unquenchable thirst.

I have tasted dreams, savored their flavor
and there is no separation,
nothing that can ever compare
pretending that there ever was
a choice.

I am only me, nothing, everything.

Everything, my dreams.
Because of them I am drawn, quartered –
Everything, my dreams, dripping in my soul.

There is no sweeter pain.

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