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Held still in time.

Held where nothing moves.

Dreams of broken clouds fill my head.

Their ravishing colors sway within me,

And its quiet whispers reach these ears,

A hushed melody waiting to be silenced.

Held in flight,

Between going and staying,

My mind awes the vast void.

So empty with silience; frozen.

The purple blaze sets me loose.

Its distant warmth reaches me

Only in thought.

Only inside.

Held... here,

Far from myself.

Far from this body.

Far from the emptiness.

Far from the world.

Far from the souls.

From death.

From its children, 

And from their mother.

In a place held by time's cold arms.

Where my eyes only see the most beautiful cloud.

- Alejandro Bonfil