No deluge after the prelude


Here we are, already, stretched out
Here they are, already, all those smells,
from the garden.-

Of course, nothing is final,
everything happens.
We don’t get tired of anything

The hill sometimes comes
walking around before choosing
its place. The hill sometimes
doesn’t come at all.
There it is.

They are dissipated, the clouds
and the magiciens
They’re having fun.

Boredom does not happen
in that place.
So here we are, lying down.

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