became in my dream the other night a boathouse. i know when i see black water in my dreams how good it is. how much this signals love, good love, lover, good lover. there's something about the black water, pooled so full with dreams of love that it's absorbed all the colors of it. the kaleidoscopic imagination of love is in that water.
it's perfect almost a boathouse anyway, it has a wooden quality, with low light of oil and its limited supply on open water, sunken ceilings of secrets. and out back there was a big square boat waiting. and a smaller paddleboat for navigating the smaller ways. a broader river flowed directly out back and a narrower way crossed it.
it's time to find out what true true true true true love is all about. like a thick key clicking in the lock are the lyrics to my new favorite song. i can't think about the words too much or they'll stop speaking to me. but my love is real.
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