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>> Vision <<

V i s i o n Trees encumber the sky,

Morsels of sun sneak, nonetheless, by. Light blue embraces pale green on the ken

Where hawks hang suspended to glide on again Approaching, then surging on wing past the glade, Where raspberry, blackberry, and jasmine invade. Unbothered, cattle turn to face the breeze blowing. Serpentine cisterns, consumed through their flowing, Streams of dream glitter blazing whereupon freezes, Possessing me raptured, released when it pleases, Droplet formed torrents discharge from these eyes No wings of my substance prevail in that sky, Yet fantasy fashions so wondrously well It papers, thus, my desolate c e l l .