I'll never know if you ever existed
Or reality might have been tight-fisted
Should a fevered mind be credited
Perhaps cerebral fecundity got twisted?
My shadow like some knowing cloud clung
To spacetime faults where, from past future sprung
While brooks ajangle danced and treebirds sung
Together they worked in harmony, my heart wrung.
You couldn't have been just an unfeeling pot
Dreams flower in sleep, untouched they rot
Your eyes, windows to your soul could spot
Frigid silences, leaping emotions and pauses hot
Weren't we simply children playing on a warm beach
Or cynical adults mingling with sympathy out of reach?
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