She could feel the sun burning into her face and groaned. Crackerjack dame was spreadeagled on her back and felt beat.
Her eyes seemed welded shut.
" Where am I? Why am i moving so much? What time is it? The hour of a high sun.." 
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I walk, half-blinded by my imagination -
Inhaling in the world as it IS
And exhaling out a non existent vision.

I fantasize. sculpt. dream.
Therefore I am.

My fingers reach out to a uniform emptiness,
While my restless mind creates whorls
In a sequence of textured madness.

Red eyes conjure up a green field, in tandem
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