Images, transient
mists shifting
always
blurred
fallen.
Submerged,
wrapped,
in the endless, silent
ocean.
Held
smoothed,
spun
inward by waterforce.
Then hurled up,
emerged.
Drawn out
by sunlight
Free'd by painful burn
and the crisp, white, heat.
Knowing began a new rhythm,
cadenced by heath beat throb.
My steps fell
lightly, once again
barefoot on the path.
I blinked away the sweat
and heard
the sounds of many things
carried on the wind.
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