set
into another
whirl
wind
sorting
through and contemplating
the
next move like the chess-master
in
the park
standing
and staring
don’t
mind him
glass-eyed
he
is only admiring
the
view
books
filled with
his
thoughts
and
others
and
he is moving full speed
ahead
the
trees appear to be crying
in
the cold air the winter brings
becoming
transmitters of light
when
the full moon bares
the
luminous eye
the
mind freezes
a
frigid moment
and
somehow he sees
what
it is behind
the
moon
confused
and not sure
what
to do with all
the
new information
where
will it bring
him
back to from where it started
suddenly
the full moon sets
and
becomes the darkness
that
surrounds
and
becomes the heroine of the tale
nothing
concluded
an
intoxicating dream
sequence
takes place
waking
the tired remains
of
reality to join the story
all
ready in progress…
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