I sought a witch to call my lover, I dreamt of a sorceress whose arms I could die in Someone who wished for me as strongly as I wished for her. and I found her a dancer in this dream to keep me aware of what I mean she sees beyond the feverish to the bristling certainties within that somehow I was a secret spoiled, an unwanted idiotic orphaned child tossed to the streams of americanease & when I wonder if I know too much she kisses me & holds me and says “We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” – Anais Nin & I can go on. ___________________________________________________________
