I woke from a dream
and, in waking,
Was in a dream.
I was 5, and near me
a great Bull,
with horns,
and a gleam in his eye,
stood in the courtyard.
I walked up to him,
and held out my hand,
as if it held a lump of sugar.
A golden ring
pierced his substantial nose.
He nudged my small fingers.
And I awoke.
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