Meta-Genesis
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