cloth with entity guide in any direction
as the eyes pointed out the
closing of the day, nay comes the night
without hesitation like
firefly that move with folded wings
to fly
stream of the flows will glows luminous
hallucination of the dark
linger my toe, strengths my hive
I keeps falling nobody follow
count the grain where anybody grow
for only the pollen;
the rice will grow, the droplets tells
when to flow in the streams toward
the river the Lilies will
follow
come my sight just a minutes I will go
and denude reality for I want too...
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