Omnes - Poem by Christopher Apfelbach
I dreamt I was a sculptor, and
all life was mine to shape;
I dreamt I was an orator
whose truths none could escape.
I dreamt I was a dreaming god
who wove vast worlds of dew—
but knew not where his heavens lay,
nor what his hells might do.
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