Dreams were all anyone was talking about,
and that was fine,
but that wasn't the beginning and end of his work,
or ours,
but it was everything in between,
it was why we would leave that behind,
in favor of something more,
it was why we would take off in the middle of the night,
for something better than all of this,
and it had nothing to do with being green,
or greener,
it had everything to do with shedding this,
and this,
and the things we became obsessed with,
when we all could have been talking about our eyes,
or toes,
or opposable thumbs
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