She dreamed of
a rampaging river
ripping through the night
sky
She dreamed of impossible
made practical
made practical
and doubtful
giving
it a try
She dreamed of worlds clashing
and uniting
and uniting
of day and and of night
of digging deeper holes
of black and of white
and all the
colors, implied in between
She dreamed
of magick and
mastery
of fear and flight
of hope and horror
of despair and
fright
but mostly
hope
Mostly
she dreamed of Hope
And then
she woke up
filled her cups with water
filled her cups with water
and took
them
to the river
and poured them deep within.

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