They thought the land gave them the Signs the were so longing for. But, with the bursting of The Dam, the sheep were scattered Into the forests with the wolves.
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The children of the Cornfield link their downy arms And ring the rings from Above, flattened by mischief, Celebrated as gospel.
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My quickening pulse Charts a course across dreamlands, My eyes scrape over Landscapes projected against The inside of my eyelids.
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Kneeling towards the east Giving time and honesty, Giving all moments, In conversation that lingers Longer upon my tongue than a lie.
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I think it’s a garden, A green lawn inviting the birds, Nesting within the branches And I think it’s vital moss With thankful palms upward.
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I think it’s a wild jungle, With green hands reaching to heaven, Waving for God’s attention. As the clouds close in response He gives the ground even more life.
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Step by step onward And a garden grows underfoot, Curling quick between My toes, wrapping around my Ankles and fruiting so sweet.
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I stand by a gate, Which swings wildly in a wind. Rain smothers my face, Drowning me in the raging storm, Keeping me from the pathway.
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A choice, I suppose, Between the real and the dreams. I choose to sleep on, To experience dreaming: In the clouds, in the visions.
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So, I could roll it All back… back to the gamble That had two faces, The gamble I took out there That looked back while looking forward.