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With internal warmth, I sink back through glacial spaces, melting the framework of imaginary boxes, whose locks cannot contain me - until all the world unfurls on a seamless plain, dissolved in mist. Blissful people all around continue to spin the little motions of clockwork lives - striving to do the undoable, static in time, miming with mouthed words on a magician's stage. Paged by the bellboy, lazy ideas appear in near thought-bubbles, taking the mass of my passive body on a sky ride, amounting to a guided tour of the four corners of heaven.      While others may be anchored in despair,      I'll float on funny cushions in the air.