RECURRENT

Last night the undream returned to me.
Once again I was living on another
Planet, had never even imagined 
Humanity; lived instead as a
Megastring of molecular memory
Drifting in a vast sea of fecund
Chemicals.  In my cis- and trans-
Substrings I held memories of my
World's origins and expectations
Of its various possible ends.

At different nodes of my
Structure I could execute
Speculations and imaginings
Of other possible worlds.

I could link temporarily with
Other megastrings to run mutual
Self-tests of sexuality, or
Permanently with others in
Worship,
Forming nets, webs, lattices,
Or a sacred, loving grid.

I experienced miniature deaths;
Evaporating beneath the blue-
White sun, drifting,
Reforming within clouds,
Storming on the scattered
Volcanic islands of my
Planet, running shoreward,
Seeing selves in whispering rivers,
Reincorporating in the cool
Depths of the vast sea,
A changed
Enlightened,
Wiser
Creature.

That was my undream.
I woke up sweating.
Outside, it 
was raining.

-Charles M. Saplak

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