An enormous oak tree retrieves my wandering gaze
and draws me to it.
Its towering heights ascend to heaven,
its white branches trapezes.
Underneath, the roots have failed to hold their soil
and the spindly arms provide a type of shelter.
From it emerges a person.
A sillhoutte forgotten in my unwilling night.
All but forgotten,
covered by dusty quilts in the corners of my mind.
Lightning smites my brain,
and my head explodes with terrifying thoughts, memories, and emotions.
I toss my life into the air and ask for the name of my savior.
She smiles and laughs.
And I awake to find myself lying on a sandy shore.
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