I have a dream
It's a white waste, in the middle of starless night
The white sun rises, seen by none, for none exists
No one to leave footprints on snow, to stain the black velvet
The world is quiet, colours cease to be
Where are the spirits of men, where do they roam
Hungry and invisible
Remembering Time, Place and Thought
Or as soil waiting under the ice, never to reborn
Eyes of the cadaver are staring, helpless
Groping for the meaning that was never found
From the bottom of the dried-up well
Without earth to suffer, soul is nothing
Nor even the darkness is seen by eyes out-torn
Five fingers in five hands
Five feet in five bodies
A blue tongue and crushed teeth
And no one wants to leave

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