Keep the toys.
Hold on to your joy,
and whatever else you need for someone like me
to convince you that this is your time.
This is where Dreamtigers come to live,
and nothing else, really, ever needs to die
unless it is by its own hand,
which is ultimately the story that ends up running, unfortunately,
when you dig through the sand
and look at the facts, and connections, and of course
pure happenstance.
This could be what was said.
This could be what should be read
into what is actually made manifest
on quite a daily basis.
It's just whether you want to get out of the castle
in the air, and into the ways that tend
toward the beach. Toward the ends
of all your fear and loneliness.
With enough tending,
even your own parched, iniquitous desert
can once more grow into flowering wilderness.
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