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09 December 2010

Price of Dreams

I can see so clearly 
the world 
as I would have it.

The Torah of love would be fulfilled.
The only debts, love-debts, paid in full
with a superfluity of abundance.

I can't afford to dream anymore. 
Or perhaps I simply can't afford these dreams.
They are too expensive;
their currency is much more than tears.

Pain on waking; pain in waking.
Ragged wounds from trying to hold disparate realities together.

I cannot make the realities I conjure come to pass.
Each effort costs something more;
more than I can pay.
This is expensive magic.

There is power in imagining.
But the power is not mine,
I don't have access to it.
Yet I see it so clearly.

I continue to dream...

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