If the stones wake up in the plants
And the plants wake up in the animals
And the animals wake up in us humans
(After a long interlude of birds)
And we humans wake up in the ethers
(After that we lose the thread)
Doesn't this adequately prove
There is no end to waking up
And therefore no end to dreaming
That the stones long to break open
Even if in some hidden flower
That the lily aches to become a tiger
The eagle to occupy a child's
Waking limbs some coming morning
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