A night of deep dreamless sleep - in a world where clocks do not tick. Somewhere in absolute emptiness and far below in the total darkness one can’t see but one only is.
To not go insane, one goes out of ones mind every day. At the signal of the electronic horn, one turns into two and two into the ten thousand actors - forgetting that nouns and verbs are the same. On goes the full charade.
Pancakes, bowling and imaginary borders between the land. The longest and most expensive telescopes can extend their eyes beyond the solar system but within they are blinded by that which eyes can’t see. Trying to look for something to look at, the ten thousand return to one.

The wind calms down into a gentle breeze.
The  moon casts it’s reflection in a still and quiet lake.
Forever changed but never different.