The Chrysalis of Chang-Tzu

I dreamed I was a but­ter­fly
buf­feted about my meadow
with tired wings
and mem­o­ries of leaf-eat­ing
be­fore wrap­ping my­self in silk to sleep.

I awoke as Chang-Tzu
un­der silk sheets
and ready for break­fast
on my win­driven moun­tain.
but wait.

Am I Chang-Tzu
dream­ing I am a but­ter­fly
or
am I a but­ter­fly dream­ing
I am Chang-Tzu?

Let me sleep on it.

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