Illusion of Movement

Sliding
Out and in
Through days of emptyness
A ghost
Over the ground
Tranparent and unreal
Fog figure
Fog sounds
And the clock on my table
--------stands still
But fills the room
--------with sound
An illusion of movement
And every drop is a world
--------among worlds
--------in a world
They merge
Mix
And glide downwards
An illusion of movement
Moments
Glide into one
And the fizz

Stays absent