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Let's ride horses

and jump through rings of fire

and gallop- in slow motion- to the palace

the horses are spotted purple

the pumpkins are day- glow yellow

and ghosts lead the way

we are flying and dreamy floating

we reach for the rabbit

and pick it off the ground

and give it to the princess

as a gift at the palace

and she covets the rabbit

and loves it's pink coat

and stripes of blue

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At dinner we eat pineapples, and plums

bananas and pears

and peaches

and we drink wine of centuries old

when Jesus drank

and the bottle never ends

nor does the feast

and we lay in soft, forbidden passages

in the secret garden

the flute, the harp, and slow hollow drums

entertain our delighted ears

as we gallop on the horses

in the field of epiphany

where moons and stars

Jupiter and mars

float around in the bright orange sky

and yellow clouds

and fields of daisies are all around

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We picnic by the river

the glowing red river

and the blue grass

and we look out over the abyss

and jump to the bottom

and swim in the river

and fish swim beside us

and lead us to a cave

and we are in caverns

where bats wearing sunglasses

drift sharply about and smile at us

like we are the sacrifice, in their ritual

 

We reach land in the tunnel

diamonds, gold medallions are shining

and a treasure chest of dreams fills our heads

we look through a curtain

and in the sky we see. black, magestic

floating fingers

telling us to follow, so we follow

and we drop

out of the sky

and land in an inferno

 of burning souls and green eyed midget devils

with glowing, ivory white pitchforks

who begin telling us what to do

so we close our eyes

and open them

and a kaleidoscope of stars fill our vision

we pass the toy

to the unimaginative being

who looks for a moment

and passes it back,

and we float once again