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from the December 2005 issue

Time and Illusion

Flying into the field of clouds
With the taste of sun and water
There is no night out there
Night does not fall in the distance

A silver cage around my neck
Like an unfaithful concubine
I lay down and curled up
In the middle of the moon
It is a grandpa
I am a goddess
For days we flew in the twilight

My neck was weak
My heart was empty
I rubbed my face against the trees
I let my eyes touch the clouds painfully
The roads I traveled over
And that nightless sky
I flew through
As weary as God
Sitting in the field of clouds:

Time and illusion
Time and illusion

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