The dreaming of Simple Simon

The dream shifts around your feelings...

Heavy did sound the drums on the jagged path to the Forest, abrupt then silent, their players unseen.

"From whom did you this treasure steal?" queried Hermes, simply, his right hand raised and pointing to the split between the path of trees.

Simon heard, and looked to the fallen crock, gold pieces spilled on the path beneath the tree, glimmering like autumn leaves.

"Have I stolen?" he asked, looking to his own raised right hand, pointing to the split between the path of trees.

"I see where you've been in your eyes," Simon answered himself.

"Don't look back."

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