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ive seen distance, far past the reaches of my reaches, further than the dreams of our searchy eyes, clear of these hills, and way past yonder mountains until the ever distant Then, There, and further still, Beyond.
it is as if god, struck by boredom, or magnificent inspiration, spoke incantations and inclined the gasses and burning stars to shine forth and vibrate brightly, echoing the holy grace which blesses us all each night.
"aroint thee, nothing, if only for awhile, and accept light and pain and blooms and fur and dirt and bottle caps and melodies and... "
...and we knew it was good.

but forget about god for a little, this is about me. i came from the faraway and i've known the long forgotten, all the way to here, within divine proximity to the edges of existance (life and death and the whole freakin ka-bang of The Universe), and highup on the cliff side over trees and space, with birds twisting on the hot air rising, stepping lightly, forward slightly, quickened to a run, hoping for something special, something sacred, a burst of light, or sound, from the ground, the deep deep down, the holy hollow way under in the below, i leapt.
"may angels forgive my graceless flight"

 

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