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Vibrations in clouds are like
Mist in finches claws

Colourful rainbow of dark spirits
Rising like buds of paper flowers

From sea to the ocean
From ocean to the ground
From ground to the mountains
From mountains to the sky
From sky to the sun

And then we turn on the rackets

Only

For our perception to experience
With our senses

On what is below
Us.

My dreams
are interrupted video screen

I immerse my mind
into
touches

of their vibration

like
snow
on
ground

in

Europe.

Abortions that talk
People that crawl

like worms from an
innate to the cash register

Snails that suffer
human death

Offended leafs

They all peak into prayers

That don't have
any guilt
or reason any longer

Like stupidity of a
psychopath soul.