A Prayer for My Daughter, Who Does Not Exist
Bless you, my hollow child, lying under nothing tonight
in one of those other worlds. Let there be wind, for there is
no wind. Let me hear it and fear nothing for you.
Bless your yawning, unreal mouth, your even breath.
Bless your fingers playing on my face, in my hair,
Bless everything you will do and all your dreams.
And since between each world there is nothing,
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