Irational Life / Wish

Everlasting illusion,
the ghost pursueded,
constantly alternating,
incomprehensible.

Commanding promontories,
overlooking probable continuities.

Hey you!
Space traveller without a bag,
knocking on my door,
above the backward staircase,
on a floating point
over the floating bridge.
take me to your timeless journey!

Without a pipe?

I'm on my way now,
floating through the endless,
no air, no woods around,
losing all my senses,
weight and mind.
no pain, no shapes around.

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