I held a cloth over my mouth
a strip of colour before me, an entrance to the new world
of smoke screens
the shape of everything was distorted
my own body
craving rest I talked to noone
and in that silence I listened
found there was no silence
and my eyes burned from information
Above is the blue sky, today, but what tomorrow
and what is above the sky
please let it be wondrous, untouched
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