on a deep wide journey,
travelling swiftly into the opening of a spiraling vortex.
Time moves fast forever changing form,
similar to the metamorphosis of the caterpillar,
changing into the wings of a butterfly and the serpent that sheds its skin.
Passing through the transcending eons of time.
Envisioning the symbolic tapestry within the mind.
A vision of coloured crimson and gold birds are flying.
Watching this motioning beauty,
I listen still to the flapping wings;
...And to the last of the birds echoing cries,
to the sound of freedom.
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