Meta-Genesis

I dreamt I walked as a panther;
Sinuous, black and sleek.
Content, in my dark dominion,
To leave legacies to the meek.

I imagined I soared as an eagle,
Aloft in a cold, cruel sky;
Ambivalent to all existence,
As the world, below, blurred by.

I envisioned myself an arctic wolf,
With a soul as cold as ice,
Yet, a heart made warm by the vistas
Of my polar paradise.

Then I saw myself as a serpent,
Who, on its belly, did writhe and crawl,
Devoid of compassion, pity or guilt,
And this pleased me—most of all.