zondag 17 februari 2013

Proust.

I am looking for a realm
where it quiet is and calm
soothing as so many balms
most delicious among alms.

Just in the present it is not.
That is either cold or hot.
Here I'm thinner than a flake,
regardless if I freeze or shake.

But when I in my pastimes rake
there are thousand things at stake.
Liberated from their tensions
stay aloft majestic mansions.

They cannot crumble, fall or quake
because they are beyond dimensions.

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