He dreams a sea of creatures into being,
And onto lands of plants and animals,
Upon a turning world of shifting genes,
About a rather normal star,
Towards the stellar tip of things,
A spiral arm’s length from the rest,
Within a galaxy that spins
Around eternal emptiness.
The sleeper wakes and soon forgets
Until he makes to dream the next.
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