Skies are spread all over the horizon

(poem 9 of 32)

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Skies are spread all over the horizon
In the virtual reality (the real reality is the internal one)
A sailing body loses its biography
In a rosy horizon

I dreamt and behold in a sidestreet I kiss ---
And to the inner psychologist I tell what happened to me
In the last two days -
That which sent me back to old distress (awaking meanwhile)

When I open my eyes, the tree in the heart of the courtyard
Is cut by a ray of light and the leaves are gilded
Around the trunk, shadow goes black
And amid the courtyard a hole is gaping

Which drained the pain falling to my lot
All over the year ---