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          I open my eyes.

         And though them

         I see the sky.

         And like leaves,

         blown by the wind,

         to patterns know but to God.

         Stars

         lining the deep velvets of heaven.

         The dream of them calls me.

         And I rise up.

         And go out from the world.

         Fleeing from the tenuous hold.

         Going too,

         past her moon,

         without a lost of pace.

         Leaving too,

         her sun's planets far below.

         With swift flight to go,

         deep within man's dreams.

         For dreams are what my life will be.

         And in dreams I'll always be.

         So I will rise out to the dreams,

         and again of the world,

         I can never be.