When I was released from heaven
For hours my mind was a blank
I could barely remember anything
My name or circumstance
I lay in a field of purple flowers
Until I remembered how to think
My way back to summer
And a sense of my own
Insignificance I could cling to
I admit midway my panic
At the nothingness I felt
But stood my ground
And knew it was even here
You could still be found
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