I finished a poem! Yays!

Admittedly with anything part-inspired by a dream you're on somewhat dodgy ground, but bear with me I do have some of sort of point to make. Now it is often considered that it is the spirit that transcends the body and maybe even goes .. death, but just as the body is nothing but a shell without life to animate it, what is the spirit without a physical form to give it shape and meaning? Perhaps it is the combination of the body and spirit, life in other words, that is really transcendent. Not that I can offer any empirical proof for that of course, it's just an idea. However much you may give to that though, I can say that it is through our loves, friendships and relationships with other people that we can become more than ourselves, though there is of course always a price to pay, a risk to take, a bargain to be struck for either form transcendence. Well, that's the general idea behind my humble little sonnet anyways. Do feel free to share what you think of it! :)

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The Bargain of Clay

In my dreams, I find, I am not myself,
A spirit freed from the chains of blood,
A wild, instinctive and enchanted elf
Dancing naked through the glistening wood.
And taking your hand and bidding you run
With me among the tendrils twining knots,
As the dappled play of the golden sun
Paints our shimmering skin with leopard spots.
Yet the sense escapes the formless spirit,
So must we clothe our hearts in mortal dress
And tie them fast to the body's limit
To mingle souls in sweet transcendent press.
The bounds of flesh, the vital price we pay
To grow boundless by this bargain of clay.