These clouds
They attract
Temptingly across a serene sky
And we give their shapes names
And they change buffeted by the winds of time
Leaving yet another mirage, yet another avalon
Chiding wearily our boredom
That essential thirst to feel alive
Grasping random choices
Adopting surreal temptations
Feeding a non-existent self
An insatiable life
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