The early corridor

The man with the white blanket chases me down this early corridor.

His fingers cover my eyes,

only can i focus on the floor.

This ant track fixes my direction,

nose tasting the fresh breeze.

Mystical twisted tree revealed for a second,

just in view for a tease.

Its arms pointed skyward,

as if reaching and pulling the energy down from above.

Long he has seen the passing of the ants and gives them the breath of his love.

© Deon Heemskerk 29-12-2012

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