Friday, November 12, 2004

Teeth Are See Through At The Bottom

Clouds porthole



As soon as I close my eyes,
recently I open them in a mirage,
my view supported by the clouds.

than a tiny porthole,
embroidered in a plane drifting
spread on soft white
I fall asleep.

Dream away with maturity
to quit the world and fears, in the color
free nutritious
pure soul stripped.

Have you ever tried to survive in
heavenly perfection? Have you ever been a spectator

unique?


As soon as I close my eyes I can do.

It makes me feel eternal.


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