VII Approaching the bridge he leaped With single step caught in the gold vault With no apparent space Somewhat reminiscent of the fog A passage to a two dimensional plane Where all is still and forgotten. His fee anchored to the soil The golden rod raised his back and Legs ever so gently Wanting to make him laugh as he did so often Did at some prankish deed he had done as a boy Feeling now only the movement in his eyes And the blood rushing through his veins Hovering with excitement drowsy brought him to a gate. A house and barn came to view A cow and ass looking gracefully turned to gaze. Going toward the house all the essential Objects were old and the same hue. The once white walls Once white now tinged with yellow As a man and woman sat at a porcelain table Sitting between them the drawing of the sheep They also turned to gaze at him A moment later he was vomited back To the hollow of the trees to stay The end
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