imagine the stuff of dreams evolving
the appropriate notions to thoroughly
convince itself its reverie was
blood and guts rock solid.
when that stuff of dreams at last
investigates its stuff, would it feel
the luminous music of super strings
in one symphonic conception?
and when that stuff of dreams finally
investigates the one that’s dreaming,
would it find no other stuff
but the stufflessness of just itself?
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