I dreamt my brother was a giant sea turtle
Swimming around in a clear-water tank.

And I was looking down on him from above
Shouting things like:
“Come on, let’s go! Stop being such a turtle!
Why aren’t you walking straight like the rest of us!?”

But he wouldn’t listen to me.
He just kept on swimming around,
Back and forth, back and forth:
Movements without logic.

And he remained a turtle until I woke up.
And I kept screaming from the steps above.

Things were almost exactly as they are now.

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