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Imagined
A parcel of land
Unknown to me
Yet strangely familiar
Overgrown with nature
Unfriendly to my eyes
I walk twenty paces
Through grass yellowed
By the treading of trodders
A stifling heat
A burst of sweat
Exhilarating exhaustion
A bend to the left
A field of clover
Cooling, morning dew
I linger. longingly
“Push on, pilgrim!”
A clearing in the distance
Legs I do not possess
Moving where I need go
The cliff appears
A halting of progress
What lies beyond?
What dangers beneath?
Climbing down the rocks
Slip, gain footing
Sliding again
A plateau provided
A resting place
Can’t stay long
Too small for permanence
Too much more to see
Reaching, pulling, breathless
Up, down, look around
No particular direction
Pausing to gain air
Peering for beauty
Wondering where I am
Curious who I am
Oblivious to why
A pool of water
Still, running deep?
Motionless, poisonous?
What do I really know?
My mind stores without understanding.
I am a collage of misinformation
No real possession of thought
Is this really happening?
Has it been done before?
So present, yet vacant of memory
Is it the whim of my wishes
Or the wish of all whims?
I grow weary of movement
Journey with no compass
Turn and head back!
Which way?
I forget
So do I travel in oblivion?
Or stop and settle bearings?
Suddenly, a deer by my side
He accepts me as friend
He is so confident
My deer, I do not belong
The deer does not care
I am alone, placed by myself
No comfort in my choice
So I follow the deer
After many steps
Back at the clover
He likes it
So do I
But I am not a deer
Born to languish in clover
I stumble away
This is neither my parcel
Nor my portion
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