On the way
To enlightenment
Falling useless
Amongs the divine
And then it
Happens
Just like no-time
At least for several
Points in the deep
Do you hear it
Just like talking
In the night
Of the moon
It sure is there
Just like a token
Down the dusty
Way of thought
Must have sought
Creeping is there
Not for long
As it rises
From the top
Do you hear me
This gray world
Far and wide
Sliding slope
Near the bed
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