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I've reached a platform of peace, 75 degrees all around, High enough to oversee lucid dreams and astral travels, Eye-level with lofty goals, kites that could easily take me away should their projected path, in perfect correspondence with the variable winds, be so inviting to me-- I am not measured in time but by seasons; change is gradual and inevitable, age is apparent before revolving stages; I am not measured in pages but by stories-- Mothered by Earth, governed by Her waves and breezes, in the wake of Her furious floods and quakes, in prophetic silence, in total alliance with the pre-apocalyptic peace, I am bound to be released.