I dreamt I owned a pyramid

Whose height matched that of trees

That cover California’s dirt;

The monstrous murrelet’s lee.

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And in this pyramid of mine—

I never stepped inside—

I sensed, I knew, were glories, gold

I was afraid to find.

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When I awoke I felt the fear

That always comes with life.

The recognition: I exist,

Existence equals strife.

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I stumbled to the little feed

I keep beside the screen,

And peeped the black capped chickadee

Who warbles, singing sweet.

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Dear God, that I could fool myself

And think myself like him.

But I’m incapable of flight,

Still bound to thoughts and whims.

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And yet, I cling to some half-hope

That someday I’ll arise

And open up the doors of life

And take a look inside.

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And then (somehow, I know) I’ll be

As joyful as a mindless sea.

And in some pyramidal tree

I’ll sing to gods behind a screen.

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