I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The still and solemn power of many sights,
And many sounds, and much of life and death.
Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Let all the things we used to say return
Like angles among lighthouses and planets
For you to make your own triangulations;
And we all left unspoken, warmer currents
Threading the chilly maze of kelp and coral.
One chance out between two worlds,
Is this how I remember it?
What year is it?
Who am I?
Am I?


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