Dancing clouds of fantasies
Dreaming in the mist
Blue shadows bloom in the fog
A grin spreads across my aching face
Strains of music float across the empty air
Carried on breezes
Shards of rainbows
A palm opens in the nothing-ness
A caress of warm oblivion
The mind slips through cool swirls under cover
And the world of the untrue wraps me in its satin tentacles
Oh, what lovely illumination false encompasses my sight
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