I look through the door to the inner space,
where things are not always what they seem
I see dark deeds and cool spring water
ideas fly with raven wings
the grass breeds tiny green monsters
that sing with whispering sighs
trees bear fruit of vision
seen only with burned out eyes
The vision seems much more likely
with reason left behind
Release of true emotion
Salvation of the mind
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