(001june2 07) Poet's Note To Self
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Ah, when I walk in my vision,
a solid world
materializes under my feet.
Words come unbidden
like tame deer from the forest
and resonate to the height of the firmament,
the lowest reaches of the depths.
But the path of mere obligation
becomes so dusty
that first breathing is hard,
then the way is lost,
and finally the world itself
is only a cloud
in which I'm lost.
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