The Floating Sage of Fake Wisdom

I always welcome gentle wisdom,
after a long day of soberness,
go beyond reason, leave everything behind...

When yesterday’s images come to mind,
like obedient slaves of an ancient kingdom,
making me rich by that squeamish feeling,
when the scene begins to fade...
unexpressed, untouched, uninspired.

Travelling clouds, heavy mountains,
Devious trees and the mystery message...

And when it's all gone,
after a few moments,
as flowing fever,
when jaunty wisdom forsake my body,
the upcoming sanity
brought by the morning of light,
takes me back to the world of easy virtues.

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