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Somewhere a bike bell dings,

I am lying down in the park,

The earth beneath me,

The sun above me.

I hear voices 

From bodies beyond my line of sight

Their invisible mouths speaking,


Around me,

Over me,

Through me,

As if I am the air,

Not a body,

Just molecules vibrating in the space between them.

I hear the flapping of wings 

A pigeon flies over me,

As if I am a blade of grass

Protruding from the soil,

Of the earth,

But rising up.



And yet somehow,

It is as if,

I am part of it all.

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