It is my Lost Land

that dwells between my eyes

It is my Lost Land

traceless in the conversation

untouchable- but you can hear the horses runnin’

hear the horses runnin’- cannot see them

It is my Lost Land

that floats between your eyes

the moon must be artificial

millions of varieties to descripe

but it differs

yes it differs

it differs

 

I see my Lost Land

it’s standing man-like in front of me

but it seems nothing, seems nothing

God, where are you

Clouds always alter

Conditions mix and mingle

People get…

every view another mirror

every day another…

 

inverted

inverted

inversion

inversion

inversive

inversive

Lost Land

Lost Land

Lost Land (etc.)