Project Master (for V) Within die green circles of your eyes A thousand dreams , a million cities, a cluster of star Diamonds, and yet it does not describe you. You create reality somewhere behind The green beams , like carving of mountain streams; Your very running is chasing the fleeting shadow Of yourself disappearing over the horizon, Over the highest peaks of God’s reveries Towards the galaksie of industrious diamonds, Which reality is hard and factual. And yet it does not describe you. Yet, to be in your circle - The circumference of your breath The echo’s of your spoken words Is to be alive and know it. And yet it does not describe you – But it comes close to the Frankincense of your poetry.
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