In everything performed, walking formlessly on the elevated roadplatform

Higher dimension at the perfect angle to read magic light

Words as greenchime organization raining from a translucent ceiling

And only if your hands can raise towards it, even if not to reach

You will feel the sprinkling rain, such if your hands have colored rivers bleeding

There is a fire in anything and everything

Could see

I want to see

Burning memories and attachment

This fire beyond season in a liminal dream

Why was i floating in it then?

So many years ago

And dreams have no time

Slow burning water all around me