in a storm
as searching for my soul's peace from a thousandhued stormlair
I walked on foot
squeezing olivebranch among the slowly falling stars
along a fountain
whither only shineorgans were fumbling around as groping for their sounds
my heart took me
I got there by hanging on the stars‘ foretops
then arrived home
where in the gleamy farness ones musicked so beautifully
I woke with a start
with the treasure found in my dream was holding in my teeth
for beautitude
and in the arousal which brought from the light I put dream again
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