Good God!
What did I dream last night?
I dreamt I was the star.
I woke and found myself half asleep.
It all happened like this: my face misted up from inside
And I came and went at will through a little peephole.
I had no voice, no mouth, nothing to express my trouble,
except my shadows descending downhill, not quite parallel.
Something needs to be said to describe my star light
Fiercely intense but soft, covered by sparks so bright
Made of marbles and valiant sun, which knows no flight
No features, inside my flame is the paramount eyesight.
I was neither a North Star, nor one South Star.
But a star anyway, and earth was somehow too ashy to be seen.
Not to even mention the former Beloved, Behated, Befriended…..
All, but fated to sink, fade-in to unconcerned flickering scene.
Like in the forest, all creatures dwelling in harmonious silence,
Their heads congealed together, having murdered each other,
There are moon-beings, sound-beings, such as deer and half-deer
Passing through there, my eyes can pierce through things.
I was something visible invisible, somewhere visible invisible.
I was grasping, clinging to this brief moment of breath, amazed, thinking:
Good God! Who have I been last night?
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