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Johannesburg: head in the clouds…
The masses of soft and inviting pillows
carrying our cares away on lovely, floaty billows.
Swirling,
twirling,
unfurling;
evaporating our sorrows in a wispy rush of delight.
And thus we descend into the dreamy night
wherein we can assess our flaws by pools of ashy light:
assess the process to regress into madness.