The tree is her shadow
Mountains are pumping
the water and wind
Forces of reason
Hang here like sorrow
Infinities stretch to the source of tonight
Fish come from nowhere
Then try to be rabbits
Not on your Nellie
Fly like a riverYou are a spirit
Made from forever
You are eternal
A fountain of moss
This is the wonder
The walking on water
This is the yonder
The cork in the glass
We’re melting in amber
Like slaves new engenderedUnfurled by the breeze
like the sail and the mast
We are unburdened
no faith can be certain
The wick won’t be quenched
The thirst will not last
The mirror’s inversed
When the longing’s surpassed
The last shall rehearse
And the first shall be faust.
Pic: the black objects are shadows. the camels are white.
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