woensdag 9 juli 2008

                Dream #3 (Whenever.)

I could sleep for miles.
So gone.
And miles.

Not even dreaming.
Wishing. Wishing.
And miles.

In trains.
No direction. No reflection.
Spinning. Forever now.
And miles.

Circling colours.
Violet. Violet! Yellow. Violet.
Never to go.
And miles.

Sleep through it.
Collide the reasons.
Please. Please.
Mold the clouds.
Fly the trees.
And miles.

I know.
You are.

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