Bathed in cold, deathless light
A child sleeping dreams
Worlds open, disgorging solitude
On a mind starved of thought
He roams beyond rooftop
Past gardens and homes ascending
Towards the fresh infinite beyond
Knowing that to his cage he must return
Upon waking
He doesn't want to leave
Here, where the sky is vast
And the cool wind fills the self
Back to harsh hot reality
In a mere shell alone
A child awakes
A mind settled, rousing
A harsh sun glares at him
and a hive forgotten begins to restlessly seethe.
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