These Dreams Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

These dreams

Of dreams, always think,
Think of me, my body,
Think of how I breathe,
Amuse me my dreams!

One question I repeat:
"What is the spirit? "
"What is the spirit? "
"What is the spirit? "

Wonder if donkeys, sheep,
Vultures, and what creep,
Creatures, in vast seas,
And grass, and trees,
See the world as I see!

Do they, too, ask, repeat:
"What is the spirit? "
"What is the spirit? "
"What is the spirit? "

Last night with Hercules,
I flew like a bird,
But in time, I have sex!

What are they?
What are they?

The many books in shelves
With thousands of pages,
Both ancient and modern,
Tell me loud, clear:
"Ignore B. S. science! "

Freud is a nonsense,
As are his confirmers,
Followers, rejecters!

"What is the spirit? "
"What is the spirit? "
"What is the spirit? "