I dreamed I saw a field of men
Moving as one, all focused, athletic.
They rose and fell, always coordinated.
Sound and light marked their performance.
Millions saw but did not understand.
Walls, high above the field,
Portrayed the beauty and possibility of earth.
Pregnant with magic, the walls
Erupted with sky piercing light displays,
In celebration of the wonders below
And the achievements they could usher.
I saw recognition of the Bigger and Brighter.
Could we appreciate the wedding of thought and expression
And carry the dream from the field to the future?
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