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Existence, all trapped in one

Myself, and all that's around me

I discover spirit, reigning supreme

Over landscapes lonely and alive

The ice and snow gloriously rises up

To meet skies drenched  in indanthrene

Staring across fenced suburban valleys

Shadowed by painted brush stroked clouds

In these moments, I get that mystical feeling

In times such as these, I seem to transcend

For a fleeting second, all seems to blend

I grasp uselessly at the air, as I start to

Ascend these majestic goldenrod highlands

Holding onto love, with some sort of ancient

Eternal longing, that never seems to cease

Or ever fade away, here at Lower Spring Creek