| Kasim: | At what point is a dream a dream? |
| Nadia: | What sort of question is that? |
| Kasim: | It's important! Midway through most dreams, we don't even realize we're dreaming . . . |
| Nadia: | So? |
| Kasim: | A dream becomes a dream only when it is over. |
| Nadia: | Shouldn't you discuss this with Ludwig Binswanger? |
| Kasim: | But isn't he dead! |
| Wan-Sze: | Dream on! |
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Do plants dream? I often wonder about this . . . When we close our eyes do they send out tendrils? What do their roots clasp when the sun fades away? Can plants converse with planets or whisper to other moons? No answers come: In this dim light of this dark night this breathe deepens as insects chirp & stars outglow all poems |
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