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A Dream Post Death
My beloved slipped back in time
I don’t mean yesterday, or forty years, or more
(Athens, Stone Age, or before) -
I mean into primordial slime.
A dusk-orange landscape with rocks and water
movement, backwards, into the river
where we were, before forever.
One day I’ll traverse the evolutionary tree
back to particled pre-history -
and there (as language slips) I’ll find thee.
There, I will find thee.
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