Hidden in the tall grass
Able to see
All that is before me
Though surrounded
My hiding place allows
Vantage points;
In seclusion
Removed from all chaos
The delusions of grandeur
Safely at their distance
Over such horizons
Their shadows are observed
In the noise they thrive
In places where the feet
Beat the street
Beyond the tall grass
Where I hide in the womb
Of tranquility
~Moses~
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