that always existed. It colored my perceptions with hues of gratitude on my eyes lifted.
more folds of green life. beneath embers in soft glow. Comes careening laughter in tune.
and I sit in the same seat as the equalized.
our rhythms matched. our hearts aflame. we tell the same story from different lips.
deep into this forest. trees outnumber our wits.
a series of calculated flows. the spirit of celebration now lay in prose. above, the watcher, beckons you. hands open twice for each time they close.