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If I were a mountain fastness hidden in the clouds
or a deep underwater temple long forgotten
by the ground or a stand of hardwood
… trees deep in a tropical jungle
it would only be the start
of the silence my soul
craves or perhaps
a burried tomb
of some old
Persian
King
I
want
to sleep
ten thousand
years and wake up to a world
of only plants and fishes and birds
a land without words and people and machines
and in the company of rainbows and butterflys I’d
rally the spirit which once possessed my inner child
