To the Other Me

A hunter
Built
A hole, a trap
In my chest
Covered it
With leaves
And other
Innocent things

Half my brain
Is good for nothing
My eyes
Like Rumi
Have lied
And yet
Here I am
Reading Rumi

When this
Night ends
Another will
Come
But you will
Not
Because
You are not

You are a
Raindrop
You come and
You leave my
Hair
A little
Wetter, a little
More real

I cannot
Grasp this air
Only my
Lungs can
And they
Are too busy
Keeping me
Alive

I dream
Of drinking
Red hot wine
From a
Silver cup
I turn the cup
Around and
It cries golden tears

I told you
You are
Me and I
Am you
So where am I
Going
Leaving
Me alone

I am a
River
Rivers
Never stop
Flowing
Not even
If it stops
Raining

There is
One thing left
In me
A soft
Wind blowing
Out of
Where my
Loving is

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