There are no Dreams

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There are no dreams
Or dreamers
Nothing
Nobody
Nothing

The moon is a carillon
Of my voice which is
Made of every voice
Earth is a chipped glass
In rain’s dishwasher

Since you are everything
I am nothing
I am forged from you
You who arrived from nobody
And lived in everybody

Nothing
Nobody
Nothing
In the depths of your life
Everybody knocked

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