in my dreams I am admired like a thing under glass
body in water that I didn't earn
pulsing strictly with need, with weight, with blood
there is light through the leaves of the trees
and a stream that leads
up a hill
across a warm worn map
past the architecture towers of my proving
past gleaming structures of worth
every thing past another
looped lines of questing
from past to never ending
some mysterious grove
some city at the precipice that catches the sun
shining in my eyes to blink back tears
where I am finally done