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The seed of a decade begins to blossom

My skill sculpts my talent till

One vision

launches me into space

In a moment I move from midway to pinnacle

On point I am prime

I can be challenged by work

Choose from the gifted their imaginings

and help create tomorrow's mythology

Every dream has a shadow

A darkness that assumes a wildness

not wholly mine

It grows in the lights

across oceans and minds I don't know

backlashing my loves

and lifting my peace

I am losing my spirit in sparkle

My mind to a story I can't remember writing

A mirror image stalks me

birthed in half truths and lies

and I am loosing the line where it dies

and I live

My need for space becomes sacred

Back to the land of my soul's earth

Emerald green, barrier blue, uluru red

Where those who know

remind me of that which I sometimes forget

My body stops running in place

and embraced is my heart by all life there

I know where home is

November 18, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen