My Antioch world is invisible to others
I can see yours
But never enter it
I wonder constantly how to get there
Or is it a mirage?
I imagine myself among the daisies and dogwoods
But I cannot touch them from my world
Somewhere along the line I slipped away
Or was I born into this?
The grey sun asks where I am, seeking me out
I shout and wave my arms but to no avail
What are the forces that keep me here?
I travel in an invisible prison
I am not heard because I speak of what they do not see
To others it appears as if I'm in their world
But like a grain of sand in the desert
I am not distinguished
I dream of life in the living sky
How do I reach the world that was given to us?
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