A Vision Core
Hold me like the oxygen.
Love me like the wind.
Above this earth of fields and green
and floating high as passions roar
we fly together God and I.
A solitary angel him
for in this world I father lie,
behold a birth in fashions eye
within this living limn.
Distant mountains crisp and clear
and fountain springs of white champagne.
Reality is my domain
and in forever shod am I.
Rays of sun and plains of corn,
cooling breezes I command
master of this new born land.
God and I,
You and I,
author of this foreign sky.
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