Off I go, to find that place.  A spot in between my conscious and the reflection.  A spot where my eyes gaze out over the landscape, but I feel me looking back toward my inner eye.

I’m not me.
I’m not here.
I’m not there.

My body is in motion the whole time, but I feel like I’m standing still.
My muscles will eventually tire, but I don’t notice.
The music blazing in my ears, will be a muffled cadence.

I will think of everything,
and nothing at all.

Through will, my steps will stay light.

I’ll float the whole time.

These things are good.

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