02 August 2011

The door to formless

The door to formless
Drifting in the precarious
Wind of the present.
Without a roadmap the gate-keeper
Of the shape-shifting door to
Immortality is going to receive me
With the sound of surreal bell and
The esoteric bird called déjà vu.
And me lookin’ out the fourth horizon.
My love and my eyes are one.

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