Wednesday, June 8, 2011

In Baffled Praise of Transient Being

Dreamed I was a live dream
In a world teeming with dreams
Both wonderful and strange,
But with one ironclad

Law: that every dream dies.
The peculiar thing was,
Before my dream ended,
I dreamed that I was glad.

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