And so, as I sleep, some dream beguiles me, and suddenly I know I am dreaming.
Then I think: this is a dream, a pure diversion of my will;
and now that I have unlimited power,
I am going to cause a tiger.
and now that I have unlimited power,
I am going to cause a tiger.
~ Jorge Luis Borges
Do not wake me, says the dreamer,
let me pass through Indian forests
and glimpse the crushing velvet,
the hunter's molten eye.
Let me speak Blake in my sleep,
grind syllables between my teeth
like citadels of crashing light,
forming meteors that arc the iris -
fallen stars devoured
by my own slumbering depths.
Let me whisper to my darkness
the golden oath I dreamt:
I am going to cause a tiger.
But do not wake me. Not yet.