Vanish
Each evening the sun vanishes, searching for dark and cold earthscapes to enlighten.
And the eye of my subconscious mind awakens and plays in clouds of dreams.
And in the day's dawning my eyes open into consciousness, where illusions of shapes and time are my realities.
Althewhile gentle breezes change the shape of the sky, and as the clouds look down upon me, they vanish into mist.
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