David Duchovny

A Dream

You dreamt you wrote something so good,

so ambivalent and destructive, so creative,

so lacking in morals or decency, or instruction,

so sad and so funny,

so useless and old,

so familiar and new,

so full of theft and power

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that they had to name a god after it.

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When you woke,

the page of your mind was bare

and the world was changed.

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Source: About Time: Poems (Akashic Books 2025)

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