The whistling clouds are calling, “Escape, escape, escape”

The serendipitous stars are lighting the ephemeral way

Let us leap together into the amorphous pillows

Weightless from the burdens of the polluted soil

Let us thrust upward, forward, no longer wayward

Until all that is before us is light and possibilities

For a while, let us cling together at harmonies door

A momentary, blissful taste of freedom from all

That binds us, that traps us in the murky mooring

Transparency will lift us with its watchful eye and

Once again we will be ingenuous and innocent

Believing again, believing again, believing again

We will have dined on ambrosia and sipped at

The fountain of the sleeping Ponce de Leon

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