disappeared
as if it had never been
My blood slowed
Through all the noise of shouting
I could hear
birds singing in palace gardens
A breeze tossed
the lilies
laughing
Down I lay
my life,
that I may
take it up
again someday
I sleep with
open eyes
I dream with
my hands
the dream of
a river seeking its course
backwards
beyond the source
beyond
infancy
beyond the
beginning
climbing
thro millions of roots
reborn,
breaking forth
in many
colored leaves
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