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  • We all dream the same sometimes.

    One night or another
    we realize we are naked.
    One night or another
    we find ourselves falling.
    We all,
    one night,
    have found that we can fly above the landscape of our dreams.

    You could call it compensation for what we don’t do when we're awake.
    You could say that we only face our fears when we're alseep.
    Or you could say that dreaming is just wanting the things we can never have .

    I say we all remember
    only what we can understand.

    We wake and reach in reverse
    through memories that flow between our fingers
    leaving only the strongest feelings
    floating at the surface
    that we hold on.

    We hold those feelings
    but we forget what holds them:
    this body.

    Awake and asleep
    we are always in this body.

    Even when we fly
    above our own dreams
    we still fly in our bodies.

    We are nothing but these bodies.
    Our bodies are the only thing we can understand
    because they are what is understanding.

    They are what understanding is.

    They are not alive.
    They are life.

    We can dream of anything
    but we cannot dream
    without our bodies.

    Today our bodies become yours.

    Our tired bodies, our sick bodies
    our breaking bodies, our growing bodies,
    our ending bodies and our beginning.

    As you take all those different bodies
    that you know now so well
    in your hands
    that there is one part
    of every body
    that you will never know
    and nor will anyone.

    It is a place
    apart even from ourselves.

    A place
    where we all find ourselves
    one night or another
    naked, falling, flying
    somewhere beyond understanding.
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