(when more were all
my dreams less real
than when I didn’t have to deal
in dreams at all)
those
clouds we
saw from merely standing on this sand
were seen from here
and far away or near
as maybe . . . even. . . Samarkand.
And
I believed.
But such, I guess, is time . . .
for I had no idea
it was the stars he had in mind.
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