This is called "Sharing On The Outer Banks"
"Do you dream in rooms familiar from you?
And do you dream of doors where there never were doors?
Do you know who stands waiting behind the walls
in your dreams?
On the outer banks with the dead,
I am drinking tea under clouds like an open pomegranate.
I split my role as I write this and have my tea into two cups,
tell a story to the dead on the banks of the waters of concern,
writing this not in trade not in debt or necromancy,
nothing fancy like that, sharing tea and a story.
I split my role as I write corrections on the banks
shoals in the small afterlife town."
Thank you.