The clouds are flowing in effortless fluidity
They are obstructing silver moonlit seas
proceeding smoothy passing with ease
WEighing down on me with thier humidity
It is shadowy causing the fetures to
fuse. Tonight when nothing seen is clear
My eyes burn with a single tear
All of these fealings are old and yet new
A generation that emits slowely
Screaming a vast world of meaningless words: GONE
They are dissapating in the mists
a vived brightness of these immages show me
Annother place annother time will wrong
Before, the succombing to dream was a risk
I do not search for symbolic paradise
I don't even know what I'm searching for
I follow smooth unbroken loosely cut lines
Wandering with the proverbial children of the night
who rage with the living a dark war
I see all this in thier shining white eyes
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