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

I follow, reaching forward

You forever out of my grasp

Slip from any reach

And roll away in undulating beauty 

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