I no longer dream
of the dream,
of words,
of forms.
Slowly I have lost
the clock,
the house, the furniture,
the hairs and the horizon.
I am no longer afraid
of the beast,
I do not feel the universe
outside me.
Time has made
my friend,
my string
without beginning or end…
I am floating
on a magic
existence,
outside everything…
as well as all in me.
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