Journey to the Moon.
Journeybird Orion
Moondance
In silence and on the path towards the Moon.
The arrival is still an illusion, a thought, imagination. Its in his mind, its close, distant, fareaway, in thought, the arrival was seen, touch and felt in another life.
The moonlight in the eyes.
Seeing the white light, the light within, blind and feeling hurt inside. The moonlight erasing memory fields and straits of the body and soul to zero.
Will the bird be swalloed by the thought and the voice, by the moonlight that's calling him,
Moon
by something subnatural and powerful, by someone unknown
that lives in the infinite darkness that surrounds him?
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