Upon the slipping shores of my dreams
You float in whips of technicolor fabric
Ensconced in patterns of paisley and hieroglif
Smoke wafts in your wake
–
An incense burner sits lonely
Under a mandala of unestimitable color
The fabric flows you forward
Suspended in a harmony of chants
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I follow, reaching forward
You forever out of my grasp
Slip from any reach
And roll away in undulating beauty
