The wind was changing, I knew as I stepped out.
A well tred path that carried me through my days.
Seeing only the images in my mind before me,
I passed blind through the life that surrounded me.
And then the wind changed, and I looked up.
The wind changed, and I woke up.
Looking about me, as for the first time,
breathing deep like my first breaths.
I noticed something, and I drew nearer.
'What thing is this?' I wondered, cautiously moving in.
It was nothing, but I must look closer.
I must see what thing it is that draws me.
Passing off the path, twigs and roots under foot
crackling softly, almost dreamily,
like a muted echo in a vast room-
a ghost of a sound.
Spindly fingers of branches against my flesh,
I feel with no sensation.
As I passed through the drifting mists,
wrapped around me like many veils,
I feel a change.
Moving forward in a dream,
unable to pause.with feet unmoving,
I knew I had entered some place unlike my own,
a world apart from mine
from which I would never return.
A journey unknown begun through passage,
drifting through my mind.
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