Won't you come to the realm of floating?
Raise your mind and then dip into the
Pulpiness beneath the torn insight
This place is made for the seeking lovers
A pleasant womb in the centre of your
Timid call for something out of sight
Smell the scent of the paper garden
Take a breath at the painted lake while
Shapeless trees pretend to be like gates
And when the waves of the fading darkness
Have crushed your mind then the time has come to
Step aside and watch the real world fade
It wants to show you
It wants to show you
It wants to show you
All of this
It wants to give you
It wants to give you
It wants to give you
All of this
words by Ralf Jesek

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