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What if I’m not awake
and I rise,
assume an ascending
tone, float readily
airily up?  I’m sure
at the ceiling I’d
bob just a bit before
finding the way through
to open sky past clouds,
azure tints cotton white,
cold pockets give way
to hot rays of sun,
where I’d look down
over forked rivers to find
me.  Say, what a fine life
it’s been!

© Chagall 2014

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