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A floating house of muisc

Posted in Uncategorized by erdaron on December 29, 2014

It is a large house, with arches leading from room to room. The ceiling disappear somewhere high above, lost between the white, billowing sheets hanging everywhere. Perhaps the ceiling are not even there – all the rooms are filled with warm sunlight filtering in from somewhere; its source is not exactly clear.

I wonder between the rooms. Occasionally I catch a glimpse of the outside – the sheets, the languid sails, part, revealing fading green grass and gnarled, vast trees. I seem to be alone, though voices of people and instruments fill this house with melancholy music. Who produces this music I do not know. Perhaps, it is the imps of my own imagination’s making.

The sheets glide past my limbs, and the music washes over my mind. The house is shifting, turning, embracing, perhaps endless.

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