I walked alone in a dark deserted wood Where briars held the lower ground that year, Among the huge foreboding trunks I stood And found a path that seemed to disappear
From the eye's pursuit into a surreal place. Earth's flowers spun upon a wheel of dust Woven on the tapestry of space, My senses failed, I could no longer trust
The feel of things, solidity of form. It was as if my spirit blown and tossed In some mysterious galactic storm, Some boundary beyond time's laws had crossed
Into a realm of dream that was more real Than the dream of days in which we fill our roles On this spinning globe that hardly can reveal The destiny where from the stars our souls
Drift down encased in a prenatal sleep To wake unconscious in Oblivion. Returning once again to earth I keep A grateful heart for our familiar sun.
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