as a child I moved so easily between this world and hidden lands
that I did not realize that this was not a usual thing
one step was all I needed, one breath
and the noise of streets and people fell away
into a great vast quietude in a shadowed realm
I sat in silence within a fellowship of ancient trees
where they shared stories from worlds yet to be
in a language that I had always known
eventually I would return to the flash and hum of this-born life
subtly altered each time by forgetting who I was
though when the wind blew through the leaves, I heard
remember remember remember
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