The Trance

As whispers floated from faceless voices

as closed eyes ceased to long vision

as circles were drawn around us by subdued voices

I rocked back and froth in worn sandles

resisting sleep, following serene calm.

Whirling leaves, clouds of white wind;

the trance reported in echos.

Then open eyes and wakened minds

were greeted only by silence.

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