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FOLLOW
YOUR
DREAMS

It was a poster with a photo of clouds in the sky
the kind usually showing a cat jumping or a sunrise

Looking at it she cursed the inadequacies of her first language
A bastard tongue compiled from a hodgepodge of empires

In  another language she could speak of
o ideal or  o sonho
der fantasie or der traum
Mènghuàn or Mèngxiǎng

Walking streets built only in her mind
singing unheard songs with strangers made familiar
How could a word like “dream” suffice?
A word shared with goals on bar graphs
Insipid sentiments tacked to cubicle
Her dream country had cities and rivers
water she could walk upon
souls beyond gender

One a fantasy of a life she could never have
the other a magick world she could visit every night