It is better now the dead portion is cut away. It is still true that I can fold, I mean the room can tilt, but half and hald, that's how it blooms. But he knew both as a man, lay dying, along the stream of blood to talk. One side sleeps, the other awakes. I would not worry of dream, if I were you.
Nobody knows what they want.
You can't put the rocks in your mouth on the seashore, rub them in your eyes. V Came up on a horse. Those days were like breaking through sunlight, where the sand would bite at the feet. God is with you. I do poems before I go to sleep, these are dream poems, there is Snow White's bottom.