looking outward
because looking behind
is not an option

even if I turn, it remains
behind my back
why chase my tail
I will not catch

grazing the pasture
the delicate scent
arrives like clover
a delicious nibble of sweet

space conforms and
wraps around
the thoughts & sensations
moving about my head

I feel a fleeting texture
of substance
existance observable
chills & heat brush
upon my flesh

as I
bend thought
beyond belief

imagine dreams
and close my eyes

the vision remains
ever outward
as life itself, arrives.

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