Universes
What if she's a dog just dreaming she's a cat
And we are but the figments of her dreams?
What if all our universe is sitting on the back
Of a flea on a dog in a world where it seems
That people are the pets and love is the extreme,
And all that really matters is your smell,
Where the people bark all night, and their masters cannot sleep
So they open up the windows and they all begin to yell,
While a moth flutters in, enchanted by the spell
Of a candle that is burning in the night;
As it circles round the flame, from the dust on its wing,
Whole universes scream, and perish, in the fire and the light?
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