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chapter 4 The dream
i'm not in the condition to speak
to anyone
find a bench at the back of the trainstation
i lay down
everthing hurts
nothing can follow
even the thought how to surrender to this
fades
from my imaginations
i drift into my dream
the dreamscape opens up
'nevermind' it sez
'there is nothing to follow
there is only you'
the silence of the beyond
makes me lay down
somewhere and nowhere
clouds of all pigments
drift into the black sky
it is soo beautifull
that i can't close my eyes
it starts to rain
all
falls into my eyes
like meteorites
forming life on a new planet
the sea of dimensions
washes away
further and further
forming the edge of blindness
