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I woke up from a dream before daylight.
I’d dreamt I tried to make a living plant
into a work of art. It didn’t work.
Trying to make it sculpture-hard it died.
I was in a room with other artists
who were more successful than I was so
I thought I’d try to sculpt the mothers of
Baudelaire and Rimbaud. Don’t ask me why
I do not know, but what I did was put
some pebbles in a bowl and splash them with
a hose showing the whole world how water
over a dry dull stone will make it shine.
Now other chores come to take up my time.
Sleeping I worked. Awake I work. I’m tired.
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Drawings by Akram