Meta-Genesis

Tue, 01/25/2022 - 15:52 -- Neo128

I dreamt I walked as a panther,

Sinuous, black and sleek.

Content in my dark dominion 

To leave legacies to the meek.

 

I imagined I soared as an eagle,

Aloft in a cold, cruel sky;

Ambivilent to all existence,

As the world below blurred by.

 

I envisioned myself an Arctic wolf 

With a heart as cold as ice,

Yet, a soul made warm by the vistas 

Of my polar paradise.

 

 I, then, saw myself as a serpent,

Which, on its belly, did writhe and crawl,

Devoid of compassion, pity or guilt,

And, this pleased me most of all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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