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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.

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I follow the tracks Leading all the way back to The storm clouds above. What a journey! Adventure Through the veiled night of cloaked turmoil.

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Truly, the light fades As oxygen is consumed. I possess a new Set of inward, fearful sights  Blurred by the real, like raindrops.

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Gasping seems to be My coping mechanism. If I’m struggling To breath then I know that things Around me must be solid.

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Perhaps it would be Best to feel something for once. Feeling experience / Feeling a touch of the wind / Feeling the tightening cord /