“Closing Lands”
A stream of thought is running over hills across from globes.
Wind goes up into the cave until a rock falls from the spring.
Light, apart from darkness, covers the mass for its surface to leak.
Many bridges get hot while pursuits end on cue to means, like flows.
Butterflies dance in the figurative silence, leaves drop on untouched roots.
Soaring blue gusts keep the wave in later before our planet twists up.
Heat comes in from afar.
Dreaming of my closing shades may burn the movement within.
Balloons are crossing the greeting we’ve made for shifting moments.
The blow sails up into mainstream connections.
Earth can only handle the soil as it’s made from scratch, from light.
Reflections burst through sounds although hearing keeps its distance.
Fantasies are dream-bugs: motions, commotions, another face of time.
Change has brought to us your digits on my charm for the sakes.
So, we’re more beautiful, as traveling moves the golden shadows.
Luna keeps half of her face in the dark so more light shows from the rest.
She’ll come later.
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