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Today I did nothing much of anything.

Today I sat and stared and waited and watched.

Time slips by.

Every second, another second.

From the window the world greets me.

Yet I am here.

On the other side.

Behind me the noise of people being people rumbles through the building.

I am afraid.

When I leave through that door.

What’ll await on the other side.

Did it  wait, watch, stare at my door.

As time slips by.

Every minute, another minute.

Doing nothing much of anything today.

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SPACE IS COOL

I want to kick god in the face, 

Kill a billion stars

Become the mountains of Earth

Start a million wars,

Put nature in its place

Show the human race, that they are

By far 

the superior in space

SPACE IS COOL

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I am afraid to move with purpose.

What if I don't find it?

What if it's just one large forest, all trees | stacked together in a dense pattern.

If it repeats itself into the distance, | foliage falling over itself.

No discoveries of the ordinary, | a flat plain planted full.

If I move through there looking for a shelter, a clearing, a single large beech, or spruce or oak, a patch of blueberries or aspen forest | towering out over all others | a river or a house,

How long 'till I give in?

When would I decide to wander aimless | at what point do I build my own | form the land to my will.

I am afrain to move with purpose | I am uncertain I won't turn a spiritless wanderer.

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I can never remember my dreams.

Often I wake with a sense of a past that did not happen to me. Yet one that feels like mine.

I don't know how often I dream. Or what about exactly.

A soft hand on the small of my back as I drift asleep.

A chase on the fringes my childhood schoolyard.

Deer,

and elk.

My dreams feel more like visions. I see the forests that I wander through. I spot the wildlife, deer and elk that run betwixt the trees, grasses, shrubs. They see mee too.

I don't know what they think of me, perhaps, I am a part of their dreams too.

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crackling sunshine in the Glen Coe

sunshine bright as lightning

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water running over a tree truck

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atlantic waves

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Made in Portugal

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clouds flowing as water

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polish Silesia, winter | some years back

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sun in the dutch countryside

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one foggy morning

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When in the wild I understand that the mountains or the woods will hear me, and I am secured in the fact that they will accept me regardless, for I am part of the land, inseparable.