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submitted by P. Dyer

Inside this page there are no limits, no skies, no ceiling, no chains to enslave us.

There is no gravity, our only true limit.

Here I soar through time, space over the earth so blue, and through space so vast and dark, to the sight, (how’s the unknown feel in your heart, have you ever felt its feel, so gargantuan, strange, different to us, altogether a baby’s first spring, Green)

at the speed of my mind’s impulses.

And how fast is that, not fast at all, speedless, too fast to measure, a quantity that cannot be imagined or measured is not a quantity at all, but an idea.

Inside this page anything can happen, bloody battles fought, won and lost, new days can dawn, a race of people can spring from the fountains, claim their Babylon, build it high then die, disappear forever, thrown into the trash, incinerated.

A man can see the light of God, find himself, rejoice as if heaven is on Earth then turn straight back to the red, red, evils of the flesh (pleasure, negligence, indulgence, the way of all man).

Evolutions,

Revolutions,

Sparks fly,

And muskets fire within this page.

This page can take a tricky turn and become a mirror for a man who is looking, and let him see the dark and nameless unknown that hides inside each of us, God for the Christians, space for the astronaut (yes, one in the same, most will never see the center of either, God help those who do)

Within this page

Fly,

See,

Do,

Live,

But take the time to live outside your eyes, most of all, in the green grass, to remember what color the colors are and where they came from,

Because with out them,

This old page its just

Black and White

Bland, void of life

Live your life and your pages, now blank, silent, sleeping will spring forth, and 

With the vigor of a newborn warrior and strike out and seize a chord in the heart of lovely, laughable mankind and ring it like a bell,

So,

Run, Fight, Laugh, Cry, Eat, Breathe, Sleep, with all your energy, and like the river,

Let it

Flow