SURREAL
Spiraling
Falling all over myself
Flying higher
Tripping on the actualness of my nature
In the air I see the bird
In the sky I see myself
My dreams fly higher than the moon
But are always grounded like the trees
The tides pull each and every part of my soul
In a wondrous conundrum of complexity
That spills me over and mixes
To the point past mere confusions
I can see my shadow
And see more detail in the silhouette than
I can in the mirror, like the shadow
Is really me
Is it me?
Can you see?
The eccentricity
That is I?
The air is bright
Like the smile of a young child
My mind is clear
And all is well
The grass comforts my feet with the kiss of
Its softness
And allows my spirit to dance on the tips
Of their radiance
this has been copyrighted by Dammuth Knight 2000
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