Another dimension
feeds energy
through the
wrappings of my
sanctuary.

Dimly, I remember
the fierce green light
filtering through
the leaves I chewed.
That I once knew.

But all the past
is a dream put away--
It's time to fight
for the life I
promised myself--

The silk is tight,
thin and weak,
I am weak as well--
I must believe that
I will tear this
small universe
with my desperation.

The only other reality
is to be still born--

Free--
a riot of color
sliding with and
against the wind.
I am free--

reborn--

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All that we can be--
is purchased with all that we are.
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