slow burn

there are many deaths

in each lifetime

bind the day

and stone these thoughts,

slow burn green into

deep smoke

up ahead 

the hallucination lifts like 

morning fog

and hovers between 

sun and land

I was on my way to

the field of flowers

over the hill and

into the valley

far away, 

so very far away

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