There's A beautiful calmness surrounding me,
As if I am bathing In pools of contentment,
unaware of the burning,
Unbeknownst to me the burning,
blind to the burning of a one thousand year old paper city,
I feel like molten glass taking the form of my container,
yet i feel full and strong, seeing nothing as a problem
Cosy in these sheltered wanders,
I dare smile at myself
In my own dreamscape I reside in pools of contentment
where I dwell until the golems of stone find me,
take me
and return me
to reality
where I do not belong.
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