If you are an animal
at night,
you are an animal.
Because that is
unacceptable,
you call yourself as animal
a dream.
But you had fur
or scales, you were beaked
and open-mouthed
hunting then,
or you were prey.
Enter the nature
of yourself, slipping
your ties to humanity,
and say it, honoring
the truth:
I was tiger
or turtle, pelican
or slug. I am
not always separate.
There are times when I am whole.
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