My Clearing

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Clouds over the forest
Puffy and white
Then gray and uniform
Finally erratic
 
To hide the tree, use the forest
To hide my clearing, I use the sky  
 
Clouds forming in contact with the ground
Cold dense air and mist  
Then wolves in fog's clothing
I feel illusive vibrating alerts...  
... And hear branches and leaves voices
 
Life ...  smiles on me
Life still smiles on me  
Lucid dream... Hyperassociative
During a REM phase...  
I never wait for the alarm clock to wake me up  
And emptiness hails me for what I am
It does not hate me for what I have become
 
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