That we were married
That everyone came to the wedding
That the white was the white of imagination
That they all had such gifts to give
That there were wishes for us
That we would have a family
That the family’s curses will not be
That type of curse that eliminates blessings
That the guess we made of love will be right
That the night will be the night of consummation
That it made sense that we be joined
That our children grew to adults
That are not afraid to be a bit childish
That their own dreams will be something like mine
That they will dream of ultimate things too
That they will dream of love, marriage, and the funeral
That before we join them in the graves
That have been saved for us
That a bed will be made for us
That we will lie down together
That the moon will have an early rise
That we will lie down together
That we will die together like everything dies
That has known this earth for a time:
That was my morning dream, all this.
Published by Richard Q
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces.
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