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It's quiet in the depths of eternal space.
I watch a quaint sphere revolve
In its galaxy, its solar system, its gravity.
I see another sphere, a bright one,
Illuminate it in a gradual pattern.
My point of focus changes,
To show a pristine shore,
Basking in the ocean's wisdom,
The atmosphere sublime.
I see the beach meander off
Into the crimson sunset.
It's pure white sand, no dirt here.
The roar of the sea is a reminder
Of the beautiful hazard it is.
A flower grows in a hollow stone;
It's not winter here.
Suddenly reality begins to shimmer,
Then stretch like elastic,
Then smash, and time returns
As my virtual journey ends.
I hate to see it die.
I wake from my stupor,
With new insight on peace of mind,
Back in a world of war,
A land with a headless republic,
Where I always feel like a fool.
I can dream of gallant knights of legend,
Of snow fairies or desert dragons,
But I always end up here,
In a building beside a lonely highway in Idaho.
But I can dream...
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