Far, inside a hall
like a sort of intuition
a naked sound into the void
breaks the clean light of day
Marble stairs that climb
into an empty building
where behind every door, (again)
a feeling seems to fade
This endless
angst
dissolves
the will
to find oneself
and the eternity
as one
turns into a far
grey shade
and then vanishes
at all
Everything
relates to me
Nothing less
than my reflection
Further than you could say
the mirrored image
of this times
reveals the face
of true desire
somewhere,
you should guess why...
you should guess why...

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