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Laying in fingers across the horizon Waiting for an unsuspecting tree or rock to drift up Within reach Tranquil, imitating sleep Believing in nothing but itself It curls around all ascending matter Leaf, twig, trunk, Rock, stone, pebble And bits of earth Moisture trickles and joins the haze Scrutiny of mortals float through the mass Eyes wide, witness to the earth suspended They begin reading From the bottom up Longing to turn the page On the journey labeled with their name

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