gentle the wind passes by the leaves of the tree outside and the trees are not friendly to our species as we are abusing them

this tree is my friend and the dog and the cat and the goat long before that the horse i have lost

what do you want in this hours iam dragged out somnambulist walk talking  insane as the night passes and everything is left untouched by the sea of passion the other doesnt want to see

where is the other ?

where is the other if it is only for acceptance for a mirror for polarity?

the domestic plans the jungle definitions the flight iam taking is just part of a dream

what if this dream is in another dream?

the joker woke up and plays with my life winning or loosing nothing matters but  the ocean of eternity washing away traces of memory traces of affection traces of  insanity


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