So long as anything's happening, there's always more,
And only so long as anything's happening is there anything at all.
The most miraculous act of faith of any beast
Is the swooning into sleep, inviting nothing in
For a temporary visit at the risk that nothing will have ever been
And nothing forever again. Sometimes I believe
Dreams exist to express the need of the beast
To reassure itself it's only sleeping
And the universe has yet to cease.
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