Dreams are the Diminishing Clay of Creation

We lose ourselves in dreams,
As with clay, we are (re)formed
Into absolute components, and
Absolute opponents – for the desire
Of escape: from the class we
Were formed into, born into,
And where the light of creation hymns
Took so long to cross the galaxy
Before reaching our foreheads, or was it
Our arms first illuminated? Reaching
Into disposal, tossing the clay
Into another point to make,
Another form to break.