realization

Taking turns reading
wonderfully awful poetry,
drinking moscato with someone
whose sense of humour you're sure
of. Or

standing out on a cliff, with someone
else, a person from a dream who you've
woken up with, or

Making fun

of the universe, the way that it's all
put together, and suddenly

sad that you couldn't have done any
better. Dreams turn out,

don't they? Dreams
come true. And everything
makes sense in dreams, and you
wake up, and laugh at what

a fool you've been

as all your dreams
come true