Time and Illusion

Flying into the field of clouds
With the taste of sun and water
There is no night out there
Night does not fall in the distance


A silver cage around my neck
Like an unfaithful concubine
I lay down and curled up
In the middle of the moon
It is a grandpa
I am a goddess
For days we flew in the twilight


My neck was weak
My heart was empty
I rubbed my face against the trees
I let my eyes touch the clouds painfully
The roads I traveled over
And that nightless sky
I flew through
Whispered
As weary as God
Sitting in the field of clouds:


Time and illusion
Time and illusion


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