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a sweet dream
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by [Leo ]

2004-01-08  |     | 



i fall into the cool refreshing ice blue water,
im submerged in the deepest depths of the great ocean,
still I breath,
I glide through the water like a swift harpoon,
my arms turn to wings and I blast out of the abyss in rocket like fashion,
I dive side by side with the falcons and soar with the great eagles ,
weightless I levitate down towards the forest below,
I leak through the canopy and calmly lower myself into the dense brush on the surface,
I fall on all fours and prowl the land like a starving beast,
My legs are like cannons when I burst after my prey,
my prey is not food,
my prey is adrenaline,
speed,
faster and faster,
I shoot out of the forest like a speeding bullet,
into to the savannah I slow and rest,
I nap like the kings in the soft swaying grass,
The grass is reminiscent of the ocean as it creates rolling waves across the horizon,
I fall into a trance,
when I regain consciousness, I find myself amongst the coyote,
atop a mountain like desert we stroll smoothly through the dust,
we rule the land,
as we travel higher and higher,
the dust gives way and more solid rock formations appear below,
I am alone again,
my feet have begun to bleed as I rush to the peak of the mountain,
they start to resemble the work of a butcher,
yet I feel no pain,
I travel farther and farther to reach the pinnacle of my journey,
nothing must stand in my path,
My fate awaits me,
covered in rich crimson blood I notice my feet start to morph,
as I get closer to the top,
they begin to heal themselves,
I finally reach my destination,
my eyes are closed amid my arrival,
I want to hold keep the surprise as long as possible,
then I opened them,
and then, there was...........

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