Where Banality Suffers
For all whom read this,
may the moon's kiss
grip in an cosmological
effigy, a dream
no bigger, astrological
spheres dance, your fears
influence laugh, it's path
enlightens you, whom
dances idle, awhile lost
in the wild Mackavellian
scheme, bring reality
down and around halos!
They scream, the dreamless,
the torn, banality's first
born, coming to dwindle
on the words that fiddle
supposed truths in our language,
our riddle, leading you no where
and why? Here is where I bid you...
may the moon's kiss
grip in an cosmological
effigy, a dream
no bigger, astrological
spheres dance, your fears
influence laugh, it's path
enlightens you, whom
dances idle, awhile lost
in the wild Mackavellian
scheme, bring reality
down and around halos!
They scream, the dreamless,
the torn, banality's first
born, coming to dwindle
on the words that fiddle
supposed truths in our language,
our riddle, leading you no where
and why? Here is where I bid you...
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