Ghosts dream in matter
Often they fly, naturally
But wake when they walk

Dwelling in the Void
A microcosmic mirror
Boundaries shape us

Let there be a time
When we forget the feeling
Of being human

But John Lurie's role
In Permanent Vacation...
No need for this line

Around the corner
Renaissance facade, the man
Crowd gawking, I go
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Neutral sensations
Wailing in extinct language
Porous interface
---
That wail still echoes
Flailing dance before the wall
Blur, haunts my eyelids
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We regret what is
Had I remained a witness
Mystery would end

Disintegrate, bloom
Metamorphosis is real
Subtracting ideals

there

Then we shall gather
There will be circumstances
Good silence and dreams
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Dreaming it's alive
All around, in the distance
And compressed, inside
---
Inside the last gate
Multi-faceted jewel
To never be seen
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Sight is a hindrance
Realization requires
Blindness now and then