I have a dream to open you
after getting soaked in shower.
The ambient, darkened, getting erased shape comes close and closer
with erasing the serenity of whisper calmly one by one.
The hand from that shape begins to make your hair
and to cover your eyes.
Mind, mouth, ear. colour, taste, clothe, and words.
Thing creeping out inside yours is empty space formed the shape.
Now you can be opened even though it's a dream for being.
Reach and dance.
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