Sleep Until the colours dissolve In blessed moments
Leave the dream to rain Viewed from trains of half Up into other worlds
Monuments burn into moments Other ascensions Without deep sorrow to endure Black Sunday of sleep
Open for small angel escapes Moved by buildings to tears They week in the rain Am I at home? Am I in heaven? Gentle Architecture.
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