The Process

I’m tired again.

I was thinking a few moments ago,

That of all the women I have seen in my life,

Whether we were a kiss apart

or tossed about by the currents of a busy main street,

A handful stood out.

They were not marked out by any process, there were no meandering paths of logic at work.

They were just in my dreams

As simple as that.

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