A never-shaped dream

Chimerastry by Paul Macklin 2014 ©

dried sap on 
is it your voice
or the silence of 
a tree-scream
that moves me
into motion?
there are 
grey areas
in our minds
that could 
be  filled with
one another.

It is amazing 
how each time
we talk,
you are concocting
fiction in test tubes.
I'm waiting for the 
story about 
two souls
separated by
the land
and an 

The End

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