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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Seems I awakened within a dream flying, though staying within the dream, as an eagle I soared. With wings of immense importance not to miss a journey, into the great cosmos. I did coast with consummate ease, where ever it pleased, the nature of my thoughts. My thoughts were master of my flight in spite, of the area of human doubts. Past the lunar divide, expansions parallel into the golden waves and particles of light. Soaring the benefit, of starlit universe around the milky way, I swayed, a part of the paranormal of it all; then I heard a rumbling voice as if clearing a throat. Of this author’s spoken words, I will spurge, some of development within my dismissal free of any feelings of poor human mind. Human mind laid aside, within ample bosoms’ peace I did reside, as the absolute testified having none greater than of infinity's assets to enjoy. My Host said, ”I am the first and the last, no part of me is of the past, nor of the future logic of any human project. I have given of myself to everything, the planets, the stars, the sun and the moon. My power and beauty is unfettered, secured for, if revered, for the paranormal expanse of humans who advance by any moral degree.” Furthermore, Host said, “There is coming of the human logic a dread, where the rubber meets the road, a retread. A recompense of the offence must be bled, though love regrets to collect it has damages.” These were encouraging words, "as by my thoughts", an eagle I soared, through the midnight starlight I steered as my conscience cleared. Eagle led off, "by my thoughts", to my bed. Quite confident I laid my soul upon my bed. Although the human mind frayed by this expedience I promise that I was awake all this time, without any human mistake! For Debbie Guzzi Contest: Flying
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