Socrates
Came to me in a dream last night
He asked me for my ideas on the nature of flight
I showed him a charcoal drawing of a folding bird in the sky
And he left me by myself in the night
Copernicus
Came to me in a dream last night
He asked me what I knew about the language of flight
I showed my left hand, my glasses, and the shadow in the crease of the page
And he left me by myself in the night
Pythagoras
Came to me in a dream last night
He asked if the music helped me to kill in the fight
I showed him the moon reflected in the pools that were left by the rain
And he left me by myself in the night
Mary Shelley
She came to me in a dream last night
She asked me if I knew what keeps humanity upright
I showed her my name badge in the novel that I have been trying to write
And she left me by myself in the night
Abraham Lincoln
He came to me in a dream last night
He said nothing and looked so beleaguered and worn
I told him a riddle that I'd read on the back of a cereal box
He just laughed he sat with me in the night
And we sang
Glory, glory Hallelujah
Glory, glory Hallelujah
Glory, glroy Hallelujah
The truth goes marching on

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