I had a dream
Full of flesh and fire and
People falling deeper into the future
Calling out to me,
Or something shaped as me
With its own name.
I turned away to the eyes of
A dead bird spread
Across the poured apron of I-5.
From something into nothing,
It broke into speech
As if it was not a new thing.
It said
I do not ask you to go
Anywhere I would not also go.
I ask you only to follow me.
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