Languid
I flow with the ebb of the world
Solid images are merely components of clouds
An appearance with non-existence
fragments of illusion
What appears to be, is only what one can see
Images once true, flow through my vision
My sight, lost within the flux
Fades into realms of unreality
Solid images are merely components of clouds
An appearance with non-existence
fragments of illusion
What appears to be, is only what one can see
Images once true, flow through my vision
My sight, lost within the flux
Fades into realms of unreality
Fall 2000