World of No Time

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Floating
drifting, moving where ‘er
the winds blow
no purpose
nor time
taking all that comes
as here, then gone

A sea of clouds
where nothing matters
for all is a dream
even I
especially I
here, then gone
or perhaps I never was
in this world of no time

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