I just woke from a dream
in which I lost a friend
who meant a great deal to me.
And now I'm trying to figure out what it meant.
I'm no sage,
I'm no monk,
but I have to conclude nothing.
It means only that I had a dream.
It is in and of itself,
and nothing ever seems to have meaning
in and of itself.
But now, look,
the damn thing has inserted itself
into a poem
and into my thoughts.
So once again
I have to conclude
that nothing I know of
is ever in and of itself.
Knowing that one of my friends writes like this still amazes me
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