We want to be everything we can see
The tree, the breeze, the bird, the sky
Inhabit the forms for a while and be back
Inside the familiar house that looks out
The road turns right and disappears
What was seen is no more seen
Must still move beyond the building
Seen still by the surveillance eye
The mind imagines everyone is alike
Teeming with desires like everyone else
Going back to the days they left behind
Seeking respite in the bursts of adulation
Remembering is not the way we want it
The happy streets we like give way to ones
Where we walked the gauntlet of hostility
To be without a thought is to be tranquil
Suddenly so very spacious as to be cosmic.
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