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 It's just a dream,

said the lamb to the firefly --

and How! when life, as

dreamy as it is, with the

pooled cauldron at the back,

and then the bright orchard

at the front, all appears to

be something wakeful...

 

You have a blooming lotus.

Careful, tap it, it is the flower

of the imaginative spectrum,

according to the calf.

 

And then you fall down and

face the gods themselves, smiling

at you, and you hear the

trees whispering -- no, singing:

 

Are we not alone?

Do you have any right to

Bear us as burden?

 

Loony,

Lame,

and Dreadful,

we smash our heads against the wall.