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dreamt about what life would be like outside a birdcage
fond of birds and the sounds they emit
chirping golden hymns
looking through stained glass
lost/found in a spiral trance
eyes listening, tongue resting
a lifetime of temporary relief
when things get too high to handle
low patterns bring me softly back to earth
going through the motions with the sound turned down
all is well in my occupied space
a gulf of understanding between zones
the universal bridge helps me across
traveling up the coast
stopping at a gas station
inviting a hitchhiker to join
buying a share in a phony gold mine
a leopard doesn't change spots
it keeps the identity
transcending all illusion
appreciating the stretch of things
presenting myself as opportunity
separating sheep from goats
a sense of belonging, i guess
knowing how to proceed, not sure when
not minding myself
seeing faces in everyone, like morphing
looking at a wall too long, lights seem to dim over time
pulling earlobes to rid of desires
dreaming of things that haven't happened yet
free of missions, still quilting possibilities
abandoning bad signals and stupid doubts
cleaning up in a dream
escaping, releasing
things get better
space is the place
there are no boundaries **********
fond of birds and the sounds they emit
chirping golden hymns
looking through stained glass
lost/found in a spiral trance
eyes listening, tongue resting
a lifetime of temporary relief
when things get too high to handle
low patterns bring me softly back to earth
going through the motions with the sound turned down
all is well in my occupied space
a gulf of understanding between zones
the universal bridge helps me across
traveling up the coast
stopping at a gas station
inviting a hitchhiker to join
buying a share in a phony gold mine
a leopard doesn't change spots
it keeps the identity
transcending all illusion
appreciating the stretch of things
presenting myself as opportunity
separating sheep from goats
a sense of belonging, i guess
knowing how to proceed, not sure when
not minding myself
seeing faces in everyone, like morphing
looking at a wall too long, lights seem to dim over time
pulling earlobes to rid of desires
dreaming of things that haven't happened yet
free of missions, still quilting possibilities
abandoning bad signals and stupid doubts
cleaning up in a dream
escaping, releasing
things get better
space is the place
there are no boundaries **********