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to feel the gulf
to fill the gulf
that gap that exists between
dreaming that I am a bird
or I am a bird dreaming of me

to breach the chasm

frozen lake
cracked, sliver, prick
I float just under the ice
light rays penatrate
I am cold
dreams of perch, cod
and leafy banks of summer

adrift, wind blown
nothing but skycycles
no moisture
I am dry
a bone dreaming