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I never denied
The polarity of color and form
Stretching across deep hillsides
Or touching the fibers of my thoughts

Being in two places at once
Brings out the best in motion

Looking to the sky
Through branches and leaves

Observing strange hues of pomegranate
Or perhaps vermilion
In the cool teal of dusk

My soul lifts up and drifts to a distant shore
Strolling across sandy, sacred moments

Fated to reside in
The vaporous space of earth’s embrace

Here, beauty resembles towering trees
Swaying under clouds in special breezes
And around the ravine into the next valley
The magic of flowers grow without one single raindrop

Shedding leafy clothing for stellar garments
The variable of color permeates the landscape
And the collective chatter of consciousness
Is emboldened to listen to its momentum

I never felt I was any different
Yet I sensed I wasn’t the same

Surrounded by derision and dysphoria
The repercussions of my presence
Flows like lava across misty grass

Surrounding leaves I have grown to know
And the electric of concrete and decorated flesh

I developed in the orderly manner
Of a turbulent existence
Where everything seemed lucid and calm

And autumn is a phase of direction
And a prelude to the shade of dreams