I came back into
the tree of me
after spending the night
flying to dreams unknown
Somewhere on leaf wings
flapping in the wind
visiting places
familiar in past flights
but forgotten in
this spiraling circle of small mind me
Still attached to branches
Still content or uncontent
to stand connected to
my emotions of yesterday
basking, tasking in the sun
until the next
wave washes me
with the fleeting eyes
of true reality
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