A thoughtless glance from life's routine into a world not seen,
I flutter down a shadowed trail my soul is now a wind born sail.
A maze of leaves and mossy trees reaches out but can not seize
My reckless soul my manic grin, this world's walls so paper thin;
My fingertips they punch right through I see see all that’s true.
A subtle shift a careless turn and suddenly I can discern
The silhouettes of long dead souls stain the walls of dead black holes.
Bloated, still, they turn no more. One spits me out unto a shore;
untouched not tread by human feet but that’s what makes this place so sweet!
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