i’m here didn’t you see me i raised my hand i had the right answer but it was the wrong question

this is a dream this is not a dream this is a dream this is not a dream   and now like a bosch painting in tempera a penance for no sin and flowers pour from my mouth

this is a dream this is not a dream this is a dream this is not a dream   just then a small miracle a butterfly neon paper-winged jewel and suddenly it’s all clear

this is a dream this is not a dream this is a dream this is not a dream   bhagiti 5.22.07 toledo, oh