Plunge into the unknown.
Utterly foreign scrapes and bruises,
wheezing lungs
and chattering teeth.
Listen to the calls of the mountains,
the silent screams of
clouds
that whisper both the dreams
and the nightmares of babes.
Lick the dew off the moss
if a finger’s touch
is not enough.
See, feel,
and listen to thoughts.
Signs and wonders
all along the way.
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