You are everything you have never said;
the rings left by dreams that dive like fish
in your waking, to deeper, stiller waters.
You are the silence between the things
you say in anger, or love, or jest,
or indifference, or self-defense.
You are everything you don’t remember,
and you came from a place you’ve never been.
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