Strange, the world feels different.
But it’s mostly the same.
Evils uncovered, always existed.
Dressed in plainclothes, tight lipped and tight fisted.
My, the air feels different.
And the sky seems bigger.
Clouds puffed and candied.
Stare at them absently, pause, forget for a minute.
Gee, the sun feels different.
In the glare and the heat.
Light beams, banished shadows.
Veils removed, eyes open, gaze lifted.
Gosh, the earth feels different.
Tread falling strong but slow.
Wandering minds and stationed feet.
In the distance, a dream, formed without limit.
Oh, the rain feels different.
It’s quick and it’s loud.
Washing away sins, cleansing spirit.
Body renewal will come, attracted by movement.
Well, time feels different.
Days passed, and then weeks.
Cleansed, scorched, in need of rest.
Paths lead dimly forward, truth will begin the ascent.
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