Iniduo Iniduo

Everytime when
My heart hurts I try to hide

Then I go walking
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Borders are the sublimation of thought
that man owns the earth
and can divide her into pieces
of exclusiveness.
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my vast like the ocean
my airy white like a cirrocumulus

my sweet like a memory
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I haven't been here before,
nobody has seen me here before.
My sound has never touched this atmosphere,
my steps have never entered this virginal soil.
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Colors get a warm tone,
the air starts to flow,
in the crossing zone
between to grab
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They speak in a language not understood.
Some words,
occasionally.
They talk about strictly bad or good,
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No big deal.
Make room for the fresh and new.
All things must pass.
Sooner or late,
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Higher than the clouds,
beyond the sun and the stars.
Between the end and where it all began.
The real core is difficult to untangle.
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What are you doing right now?

How do you get through the day?
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Only in an early morning dream
When all colors have a shade
Of blue
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Around any corner
With a single ray of light

Poets are everywhere
...

Raise your excitement
with well chosen words.
Words that will adjure the Frozen Woods,
like melting ice in the freezing cold.
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Welcome in the gardens of endless journeys
The far edge of visible light, extreme hearing

Waves sway through the calm sea. Storms
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No further respite,
shattered dreams, palpable in unnamed nerves
break into mangled reality.
Time is captured between distorted walls.
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twee is niet alleen, doch samen
gesmeed tot som der delen
om tot mens-zijn te bekwamen
want alleen gaat zo vervelen
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If the door is closed
Without provisional return
Fated to fade
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unrest may sprout from more days
of the past than I can remember

calm may drown in more waves
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sandblasting without calm
sunburning, to a high degree of blistering
antechamber of death unexplained
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I'm on a crossroads of thought
Find my soul of inner deep
Waiting for clouds to roll in
To see the last light caught
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