Silent space, a beating heart
zebras prancing overhead
sinking now as images
play above a sandy bed
They float from words on paper
resting on a shelf.
Combined minds of other dreamers
plunge into herself.
Fancies, horrors, laughs and notions
none of which the sleeper made
will merge into her being;
The minds of others, eternal play
And as the sleeper dreams their dreams
drifting through the night
She is what she reads
and you are what I write.
-Courtney Barriger
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