On hearing golden-brown voices nothing
but sound transcendence exists, pearly
drops joining into song, networked notes
form chords, evoking feelings forgotten
– an exit out of this world
Realities’ rules force orthodoxy to hide
inner events transporting away unwary
dreamers – until I awake all work stays
undone, time for action gone after eons
unproductively spent invisibly dreaming
Only a shining countenance exists, an
inner fire that cannot be quenched by
events taking place in the world outside,
a dream I can repeat whenever the
music plays again
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