times are clueless now;
nothing but an annoying
fly in my ear, whispering to me...
with the subtle buzz vibrating
the braille words it speaks,
but i continue to stay ignorant
and play blind as the dream sparks
into the blissful sun beam-
and the first peak of the orange star
shined over my eyes, opening
a whole new vantage point...
as the vines danced and twirled
around the jagged muscles
of the mountain, squeezing
never to let go- while the purrs
of a jaguar cuttle with your ears,
and the eroticating aroma of
the fresh water, that thunders
from earths scar...
such a beautiful place to be in time.
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