In my dream
I paint like Vermeer of Delft.

I speak fluent Greek
and not just with the living.

I drive a car
which obeys me

I am gifted,
I compose epic verse.

I hear voices
as clearly as genuine saints.

My piano performances
would simply amaze you.

I fly the way prescribed,
that is, out of myself.

Falling off a roof
I know how to land softly on the lawn.

Breathing under water
is no problem.

I’m not complaining:
I managed to discover Atlantis.

It’s a pleasure always
to wake before death.

Immediately war starts
I turn over to a better side.

I exist, but don’t have to be
a child of the times.

Some years ago
I saw two suns.

And the day before yesterday a penguin.
as clearly as this.