It reminded me of a glass floor.

Where the walk was careful and

steps were applied lightly.  There was a

common passageway of knowledge.

Absent of detours.  A place where

the brave refuse to rest, like

unbroken thoughts of youth; deep

breathes full of life’s long roads.

Boundaries refrained from become reduced,

yielding to the height we attain within us.


It’s a fire defiant of water.

A desert surviving without rain.

The next dream where desire comes from.


It’s a walk only a few attempt,

and less is the number that will own it




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