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2007 11 09

Sleep shortage comes in waves
a caravel resistence
against the rage of storm
noise crows circling
the infinity of rise
macabric bells that
state existence
every quarter

Step through the mirror
in reach of your reflection
embrace and float
in the thin air
the perfect circle divided into
fourty eight of thirty wings
To stay beyond?

"The time's not yours"
hiss the sun, the clouds
and shadows of the walls
but you induce sleep shortage once again
and try to hush yourself:
"We'll stay,
we'll stay beyond"