What did you see in your dreams, Son of Man?
For man you were, and man must eat, or dream.
Was that small desert filled with all your fears,
or did it turn to palms, and reeds, and streams?
Or did the rocks and bushes lose their strength
so you could see beyond to other things?
Did you see Satan flit across the sky?
Could you hear the angels whispering?
Did time bend in your dreams, as in my own
so that things past and things to come collapsed
and up that hill you wore the starry crown
even as the cross dug into your back?
Or did you dream the shape of a new world:
the world your suffering would one day build?
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