With the meeting or union of people, realities meet, the linking of worlds,

like the violent collision of one thing to another.

Like coincidence

or serendipity.

Thoughts to words.

Words to subtext.

Subtext to ears

Speech to revelation.

 

You and I both awoke to concrete, sidewalk, building, cellar, attic.

We have met in the attic, three times.

That is a lucky number.

Is it my ego that resides in the attic of my dreams?

 

We discover ourselves in the basement

We meet in the attic.

My brain. My ego.

My head while I sleep, it does not sleep.

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