Long Division
In dreams we yearn for
transport, true enough
I suppose and
Yet,
awake or not I ferried you
across
swift waters,
a Ferryman with
aspirations.
Dreaming, you were
conveyed
from shore to shore
roiled by mighty rivers,
swept away again and again
your world
receding to a single
chafing pea
concealed beneath the
mattress
of your childhood bed.
Equations dream of perfect
quotients,
if they sleep at all.
I carried you
over wild rivers of
imperfect arithmetic.
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