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Cold wind brushes past me
and through me as well.
Refreshing my soul,
like water from the hose
on a hot summer day.
Energized I feel a laugh
being pulled from my body.
I spin 'round like a quarter
while the moon looks on;
bemused.
Tripping up over my own feet
I feel the earth pull up to meet me.
The smell of dirt assaults my nose
fresh, like coffee grounds from yesterday.
It seems as if the whole earth
moves beneath me.
At one with the world,
I feel as though pressed
into Mother Nature's heavenly bosom.
At that moment
the future is a picture book
sitting right in front of me.
And the pagan screams.