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I was in your dreams, last night
Pulling down the surface.
Tensions held taut the wire faces,
Pressed into the meshes between

And I at once knew what to do
But at second glance, I did not
So I split my tenses into two
And ran a run down to the pier

I grabbed handfuls of mica to bathe your feet
And mark where you were standing.
It would not do as concrete would,
So wooden molds were constructed.

Dog-eared notes to guide you back,
After your eyes fluttered open,
Before the dew lifts off your brow,
And sunlight pours into pupils.

Day pulls you away from the remembering
And the sand and wood begin to float,
Carried to a distant shore,
So you don't know to let me find you.