I dreamt I was a fish, adrift in the sea’s slow breath,
Held by currents, free from time’s cruel tether
I dreamt I was a dog, fur alive with the soil’s embrace,
Paws pounding earth, a soul bound to the chase.
I dreamt I was a bird, my wings cleaving the open sky,
Beak tasting cloud and rain, a creature of the fall
I hate being human—
the weight of knowing, the ache of feeling,
the endlessness of thought
I long to unlearn, to feel without thought,
To live where the mind’s cruel grasp is not