I dream
in my waking as well as in my sleeping.
Memories fill my brain and
love and hate fill my heart.
Intentions desire and guilt and pride
guide my steps and my plans.
Poems and paintings
pleasure and pain call me to ponder
meaning, significance.
Yet no matter how lofty my thoughts
may rise, I realize
I am a creature. A mammal.
I hunger, I sleep, I die.
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