Far Away

you find yourself under the arms of vast trees
as blue skies peek out from behind the leaves
and the sun
roars, awoken;
some distance so far it is only measured in the memories
of the passing of time.
Standing forefront as the world bows
to the immensity of its ubiquitous rays.
And, upon happening,
upon discovery
of the shift of mental acuity,
every second
and every millisecond,
every item plastered in your eyes,
and every possible infinitesimal yet visible
holds your soul
in rapt existence.
It is with
the passing of friend
to dream,
manner to flicker,
word to perception,
that so calls forth
the hushed, resolute, dappled thought of leafs to its intimate
The forever silence
in the tombs of the most obscure
mindful moment.

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