Rise

Rise. Go forth and follow your eyes. Be the roots liberator; turn upside down, so your leaves will fall to the sky. Slip out of your shoes and dream a dream. Rise up, follow the air, breathe deeply and breathe out, knead yourself like dough and roll yourself out. Then go out and rise up, follow the beckon of the sun, the call of the stars. You’re not fit for this place, on this planet your soul will waste. Follow the upward falling leaves, waft the breeze. 
   Rise up-
and take your leave. 
A Sapphiric Jerusalem Sunset
Followed by a Slivering Moon

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