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A strom in the clearing
As I was soaring through the sand colored clouds
Wind rushed through my hair and coolness rushed over my entire form
I was soaring right out of a storm
A tornado of doubt...drought
Ahead is a a huge transparent sphere
I stop just as I near
Floating still as I leered right into it
How harmless this seems
It certainly smells clean
As a storm appeared beyond the sphere
For once that storm suddenly seemed clear
Hesitation had me in cuffs
Telling me
"This just is not enough"
I float in front of this sphere
But now the sphere is moving toward me
I find it best to not do a thing but just to see
Totally engulfed inside of this sphere
I find it's the same in here as it was out there
Beautiful is this new way of perception
But will doubt come for more
and present me destruction...
