i have walked amongst the clouds
tall as a tree in a rain forest
as content as the green hanging moss
of which i am not aware nor do i care
a balance beam of stars carry my weight
though daylight prevails as i soak my soul
the valleys slope proudly and ask not why
the ground people gawk and trace back away
my daydreams and night travels have found
their origin and their vivid vindication
there's death breathing life and life
laughing
at death as if reason has risin
from the accent of privilege to the ascent
of decency------like a vision-----only clearer
!
by ritt