Shams, dearest, I think I did it again,
spent time imagining this future,
this fantastic future in which I could
be more than myself, and reality
aligned precisely to a vision I had
of how things should be.
And I was so delighted that there was
someone whose physical self could
be occupy that space.
I had a voice, a body, a face, a name.
Then imaginings must be laid aside
and reality is what reality is.
And reality seems so difficult.

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