Apocryphal

There’s a space around me
A distance growing vast.
In the depth of my solitude
There lay the pleasure and pain
The follower and followed
The embodiment of future.

You and I will give birth to
Our solitary world
We will abandon
What is simple and true
And recourse to a life
Of illusory dreams and magical colors.

All that is left for us
Is silence and solitude
And a few hours in between.

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