If my memories of yesterdays
Are little more than a poorly remembered dream,
Then life is a fantasy
Belonging to the sleeper.
If so, the material and the spiritual
Are equally ephemeral
And the journey,
Our brief surreal exploration
Of a bipedal upright creature,
Serves as a marker,
A re-ordering of events,
That encompasses both the possible,
And the moral.
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