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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