Meadows upon meadows of unknowable freedom,
where I may dance through and weave between the long grasses of Eden
everlasting warmth beneath my chest and sweet bread in my pocket on the left
the water is clean,
the breeze is cool,
the earth is soft,
so that when I fall
I am not hurt,
but meld into another dimension,
another collection of unexplainable words
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