Horti

I
will go to Horti
floating island
projected space
where I could
grow and grow up

The rain, the sun is running there
They balance their flow of formal descriptions
The moon and its myths are part or the process
Between navigation and derivation

I will jump there
my thoes will feel the clouds

I will go to Horti reserve of my visions
Here Dream Here will sing some poets
Flux of printed colors flow high mountains
Over hill disapearing in a green landscape
Giants message spraying reloading

I will go to Horti
Floating island
progressive and delicate dishes are growing there