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One day i woke from a dream
And i walked into a forest green.
Something brilliant upon the mountainside,
i witnessed dancing glints as it rose,
Revealing a path through the endless forest.
Seconds later, i heard a roar,
A thundering modernity above me,
Yet all that i could see, a seeming totality,
Were the expansive blue skies, an emptiness
As i descended to the river flowing
Whose constant sigh was only briefly overcome.
Her breathing grew louder
As i moved forward, inch by inch.
The sun was beyond high noon
And my shadow was stark
Against the settled dust
Of the forest’s beaten paths.
Here now amidst high summer,
A bird sings freely, gleefully,
Amidst the cage of Earth
Where no cage greater is yet known,
Except to very few, and those who
Travel in vivid preternatural dreams.
Grasshoppers fly about with foresight,
Some silently, only seen,
Bright flashes of golden wings,
And i create clouds of shining dust
With each step forward, lightly.
The air is scratching at my nostrils,
and to be honest, i smell nothing,
But i can feel it all upon my skin
When i reach the river sure, i imagine
i will feel the moisture, a bliss,
As roiling energy to become
The rains and their song
Strike the façade like strings
Breaking through to become one
With the sea, the soil, the forest,
And to rise again, and perhaps,
One day, beyond the atmosphere.
To be free, truly free, as is a light,
A scent…

Oh, what matters of perspective.