There was a time
when I saw myself
washing over you
and you washing over me
like a stream polishing smooth stones
in a bed of silt
beneath a latticework of leaves,
and the rain only swelled
the process of our two rivers
flowing into a common sea
until an apple fell from a tree,
and the hiss of a fat snake
collapsed paradise into a black sleep
without any dreams.
~William Hammett
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