In our dreams wishes fantasies

There are no lines

Only blurred pools of soft colors

As if painted in water

And bright

As if האור הגנוז shines behind them and through the,

And pure.

Should you just close your eyes then?

With your eyes open you see too many lines

And many sharp angles

And squares

And some of the colors are dull

Some aggressive some dark

Some plain ugly (not all)

And the picture goes against itself

And the hot colors mix with the cold

And some people fall between the lines

Can’t find their way in this breathing פסיפס

Should you close your eyes again?

This question is hypothetic anyway,

Because once you have tasted פרי עץ הדעת,

The angel with the sword stands at the gate

And you lose your way back altogether.

Sometimes I wish I could sleep my life through,

Wish I could simply not know.

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