Overwhelming, you breathe in thoughtfully The vastness of the outside of -you- Where the horizon is a three hundred and sixty Degree monotony of flatness, a rusty dream A contrast to the dark blue of the afternoon An endless prairie, a sweeping emotion Of swaying saw grass, a waltz of simplicity Dancing across a thin layer of water A river! A thin layer of transparent sky fallen In some rude manner during a summer storm A dark blue blanket of infinity and the boom Of thunder and the white flash of lightening Between thin sheets of atmosphere but now All is a translucent glide, a glade of reflection An indulgent movement of enormous propensity So silent the pensive egrets above make not even a sound The white of their feathers like angels plunging from Heaven, the hallucination of snow fall Disappearing into the dark green jungle altogether Vanishing into the tantalizing domain of sameness So vast your knees may buckle underneath you Your bones may become separated and Your flesh may dilute into a million beads of Silver floating softly through the multitude Cutting even the droplets of -you- in half So you may start your journey to the ocean Through the boundless glades of saw grass And open into the peculiar embrace of mangroves The pulsating vein of the earth The bulging vein of implication, re-claiming Slowly, patiently until at last you open your eyes to A moment of surrealism, dream-like A blurring of orange then red then purple A bleeding sunset of color enough to draw tears From your ethereal spring of consciousness But then you realize you are still standing straight You are still alive, in a sense Your head peaking over the grass like a deer Frightened by the crack of a stick Trembling inside immensely As the day turns to night and the prairie Is slowly shadowed by the flood of the universe A billion distant fires blazing with such soft wind Gleaming in the river of the vast sleeping saw grass now.