I sleep only an instant
Before my dreams are troubled,
Pulsing and throbbing
With flashes in darkness.

I know not the limits of this great place
And I know not the limits of your heart,
Your mind,
Your spirit and soul,
Or myself.

I know little of any of this
But I understand nonetheless,
And seeing as you brought me here,
It's you that should take me home.

Tamyka Bell
18 September, 2004

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