A current running through my bones
Oil paintings on the wall
Places I’ve never been to
Places that are no longer
Yet lasting forever
A current
Running through my bones
Beyond the stars
Yet this side of the clouds
Rivers of snapshots
Flowing forever
And crashing
Into a soothing meadow
Sinking into the green
Of the rolling brown hills
That stretch to bite their tails
And fall into a pattern
Sliding
Through stone valleys
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