That dream I'd been hoping for since the wreckage
finally washed ashore
but the moment I woke up
it started to recede, the way dreams do
and even though I can't remember
where we were or what we said
I kept the feel of it
In a few hundred years
when my bones lie broken open in the ground
no stone will remember
That dream will have seeped
out of the breaks
and wherever we are
whatever we say
we'll be the feel of it
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