In dreams he comes to me, but the moment I wake, he flees as though escaping a raging fire. I only have the smell of him - or is it the smell of fire? I grope feverishly for images, but they must be smoldering in their own ashes. So quickly do they vanish that I question whether there was a dream at all. Where does he go, taking the images with him? Why the urgent flight from my consciousness? Am I so frozen at my core that only flames will move me and in so doing drive him out, melting the images into an opaque fog that lifts before I know it is there?
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