I dreamed I spoke in another's language,I dreamed I lived in another's skin,I dreamed I was my own beloved,I dreamed I was a tiger's kin.I dreamed that Eden lived inside me,And when I breathed a garden came,I dreamed I knew all of Creation,I dreamed I knew the Creator's name.I dreamed--and this dream was the finest--That all I dreamed was real and true,And we would live in joy forever,You in me, and me in you.

I'm a poet,' the young man said, 'And it's my job to remember the sadness of things.

After a battle lasting many ages,The Devil won,And said to God(who had been his Maker):"Lord,We are about to witness the unmaking of CreationBy my hand.I would not wish youto think me cruel,So I beg you, take three thingsFrom this world before I destroy it.Three things, and then the rest will bewiped away."God thought for a little time.And at last He said:"No, there is nothing."The Devil was surprised."Not even you, Lord?" he said.And God said: "No. Not even me.

Dream!Forge yourself and riseOut of your mind and into others.Men, be women.Fish, be flies.Girls, take beards.Sons, be your mothers.The future of the world now liesIn coral wombs behind our eyes.