Awake
Small sounds and big silences
Are measurable in near horizons
Real bird chirps keep me alive
Bird-dreams keep me awake
I sleep and dream as I am alive.
My light falls on things and colour.
I know white paint is no paint
In my black and white...
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Awake
Small sounds and big silences
Are measurable in near horizons
Real bird chirps keep me alive
Bird-dreams keep me awake
I sleep and dream as I am alive.
My light falls on things and colour.
I know white paint is no paint
In my black and white dreams;
I hardly can make out the white.
There is just this luminous stream,
With two silver lines on the banks,
Bending sinuously like woman.
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