The only cure for being
Aware of being only
Would be to dream another
Who woke up eager to tell
You that you were the other
In dreams of that another.
If we met in dreams
And found each other by day
To confirm it--“Did you see
That?” “Yes! Yes, I did! You, too?”—
Then we would be freed.
We could shuttle between worlds,
The yours when I was in you,
The mine when you were in me.
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