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Beyond my vision
lies the House of Ghosts
built by the same mind;
Insane from the grief of
daughters beloved death.

The house of elephants, and lions
being clawed in the death throws
of an eagle.
The house of mermaids
and climbing vines.

The church
with singing silence
painted over stone
that would be more glorious naked
but in ode to Victoria
must be clothed, even in ugliness

I see, I see
but where are the bells?

A sunlit field

with butterflies

on every flower

Dusty roads

winding round and round

with cars

putt-putting along

A fluffy cloud

floats between

earth and heaven

Trees stand

never tired

blown by breezes

soft and warm

A stream smooths

rocks shoved up

through the soil

Breathe my soul

the entrance

of sanctuary

is near

This is peace.