we lingered in the hammock
    lazed in that first blush of creation
    in the first warmth of that first dream
    before there were secrets
    when shadows were
    dark gold on gold
    and every living breath
    promised another
    it was the best dream
    it was the last dream
    it was the dream that broke our fall
    that broke the world in two

Detail, Untitled, Gérard Rhinn

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