I forgot myself but I remembered dreaming

Homo est Machina

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I forgot myself but I remembered dreaming,
walking in circles and singing proudly,
laughing and smiling, embracing nothing,
so blindly, kindly and idly.

I forgot myself but I remembered breathing,
inhaling colors and exhaling tinges,
gasping and gulping, sobbing ashes,
embers, powders and lashes.

I forgot myself but I remembered seeking,
searching in clouds, looking for something,
hunting and probing, tracing shadows,
trailing spiders, insects, eagles and doves.

I forgot myself but I remembered seeing,
noticing things and perceiving forms,
witnessing and viewing, peeping through a hole,
look, there hides my soul.

I forgot myself but I remembered hearing,
reviving stillness and catching voices,
listening and learning, expecting blank leaflets,
blankets, faces and noises.

I forgot myself but I remembered sleeping,
resting in uproar and slumbering in havoc,
dozing and napping, never waking,
snoring and yawning, always running amok.

I forgot myself but I remembered needing,
desiring beauty and craving…

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