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My balance bound in a stride uncertain
Tipping topping toes
My fingers graze the contours of the unseen shapes

I imagine the scene before me
a wide expanse of green fields
and I fall to the ground

in a tizzy

the tall grasses
my cushion in the tall grasses
the tall grasses

I see shapes in the sky
I touch it with my fingers
drawing the outline
with one closed eye

a breeze rushes through
the atmosphere and my blowing
strands of hair

there's color there
in the space behind my eyes
what I spy in the daylight
descends
transforms
a mask of its double
in the darkness

its likeness in the hollow
faint and drift towards
the unconscious

a swirling unease
the catapulted delight
bellowing broadly

the warmth of the sun
shining down again