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dreams begin with a touch on a shoulder, phoned in with a lover's kiss, a laughing awkward moment, snow falling through a ten foot high picture window, sculpting an Us, a We.

and by the sea, you say pretty things, in dreams, time and tense are fencing with smoke, here with rings, last minute flowers and cakes, and I Wills and I Dos.  WE sit upon our mountain of illusionary monuments.

i am flying now, a moment unconscious leaving the grounded, realizing my special powers, before knowing i don't have wings or jet packs. the i has a little dot, as We, tied by knot, is not a capital.

but flying, and mountains, and seas of embraces are sugar plummed fairies, dancing candied fantasies, while the alarm is calling from outside, those sweet eyes so marvelous in mine, now stone.