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Worlds stand upon others
long fallen
into deeper slumbers
but still a whisper of life
returns
as monochrome shatters
into shades of splendor
as scales drop
from our eyes
and the today we could not see
emerges all around us
And so we are like that world
returning to life
setting aside the lies
that held us in one space
lifting the ceiling
put in place to keep us down
ready to stretch our limbs
bright and lithe and flexible
to the sky’s unbeatable limit
The garden of a soul
reborn ~ Caroline A. Slee