Agonizing dreamforms whizzing around giggling, laughing, scoffing they darken the plain which spread so very flat rounded in long remoteness by black sky-high mountains that sent their stony flood down into solitude. Sometimes the sound of a falling stone from afar flashes through the cold air. No wind, no brightnesshope, no warmthliving Where the golden fog dissolves. Delight's-brightness in the lucid glen which meanders in light bends, waves and loops escorted by a river His clear water irridiates the many coloured rocks so that this peaceful land seems full of lifemirrors No deadsilence, no emptiness despair, no darknessliving Where the golden fog dissolves