we are here
to create the experience of life
as an example
to that which we believe

tree,
fragmented and dead
I dream of you full
with life of birds and flowers
I've stripped you
down and prepared you
for all that may come
but that's
not
how
it works

screams of
shouting to me
echoes
of something heard
sunlight streams
birds sing
to skin
and ears
and only to themselves.

This is life
each of us
each one of our worlds
only
and all

stepping forwards
moving on

depths of true

there's the idea
and the inception

Sometimes they touch,
go deep,
surpass

create false worlds
or deepen this one.