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What do we see?

looking at the source of things:

a flaming fountain

of terror and beauty

a mouth that screams,

the

desperate rave of beeing.

Pours

Intense emotions

as in a dream,

going mild

reaching our earth.

Why?

do we lack the sight,

to reach the stillness inside.

why are our thoughts

spinning like all the rest.

are we getting to an end

or diverging into ourselves?

looking at two directions

spires surround me both ways,

between it´s foggy

the path is nowere to be seen

shall I for once stand still?

How do I get out from here?

From the door allright!

Says a man out from the mist

But the one that you can´t think of

Adds whit jolly humor him.