Ghost in the city. Shadows on busy streets.
I am now a protagonist of a lonely, magical night safari.
Damp in reality. But not in the dream. Livestreaming.
I jump off the cliff. Past the white railing.
The precipitous world underneath floats across my feet.
Am I just imagining? I hardly touch anything.
Dancing goggas flit through the dark, hardly noticing me.
I’m just watching, listening. It’s a movie.
An eagle falling, flying, searching for safety.
River on Baltic Sea 
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