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Reality is not Valid
An adoration of magic, a serendipity of sorts
A peaceful illumination, that waves and distorts
Picture the wind, blowing through trees
Waking in the moment, the birds the bees
Chromatic ribbons dancing in the air
Released and freed from long golden hair
A space so lovely everyone beware
The Dream that is disturbed, not even aware
The magnetic declination has shifted too west
A feeling of hostile aggression oppressed.
Twisting and turning, escape from this mess
His horns have ruptured inside of the chest…
Falling disagreements, piercing the heart
Clearly the reason for distance that parts
Bright is the morning, the sun still shines
Leaving the thoughts of the monster behind
Although Things are not what they seem
There is no reason not to sparkle and gleam
Much Love Much Life