DREAMING OF AFRICA

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Behind my closed eyes

at four in the morning,

herds of wildebeeste are moving

fluidly, as one,

across the great brown plains

of the Serengeti.

Lions lie amber

in the setting sun,

while deep in the forest canopy,

green and prime,

gorillas gather

by the ancient baobab,

primordial family

beneath the Tree of Time.

Elephants parade past

ponderously,

giraffes lope by.

Hyenas' songs are shrill

sung to a desert sky.

Zebras thunder

like rippling keyboards

atop the red red sand;

their sharp hooves drum staccatos,

and a quickening

is felt

across the land.

Wandering nomads

in billowing

vermilion and indigo

pace, silent and slow,

beside the farthest sea,

and I begin to understand,

but dont yet know:

am I dreaming of Africa

or is Africa

dreaming me?