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ReBirth - 10-19-02

Looking to his feet he finds
Not an insect as he thought
But a curly little vine wrought
With leaves, but how did it get there?
As though answering the question
It continues further up his leg
Digging deeply into soft skin
And soaking its seepings of blood

Feeling his arsaphogus punctured
He begins to wonder
"How am I to breath?"
With every fiber of will struggle is made
And in turn each denied
The brain begins to seath
With fear, like none known to him before

And than freedom
A gentle wind surrounds
Suspended amid infinity
Cool and refreshing
In waves of comfort
And tranquil sounds

Coolness turns frigid
And the soft air beneath
Rough and callous with stones
The great above remains
As a magical abyss

In the dark recesses of this beachland
A cove discovered and utilized
It shall be home tonite

After sunrise
Warm broken
And a log
Of sacred token
Chaos reigns
To drain the earth
And love it here
For all its worth

Ponderings on fallen wood
Leave one to question course
"A road is not a road
That has but one destination
And a place not a place
With but one road of invitation
In knowledge of the future
Its fullfillment is now sown
And so the function of this life
Shall forever be unknown"