"Within me is an ocean
where a thousand Rumis
drown with all their sorrow.
Worlds within worlds;
dreamers concoct entire
Baghdads from their breasts.
Asleep or waking where
have you seen yourself
mirrored completely?
A dreamer wanders
from room to room
only to awaken in
another sort of room.
Another sort of dawn
comes white as camphor
to show you complete
and a cold wind --
breast-burnishing wind."


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