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Merging realities,
By the crosshairs of a book
My pencil etches in the fables
And my pen traces over in Truth.
An eraser embellished to all havoc
And a key held between each tooth
The writer looked up to behold the muse
When a sun is too glorious to say it all to,
The moon listens intently 'till the tides fall in tune
And she tells the sun, in their endless dance,
Passers by,
The Sun grants
And the World is the apple of man's eye
That's why it took him away from Paradise...
And New Years Eve,
Down to the atom,
Man thinks to start again
For what was once lost to what was sin unforgiven,
A new hope on a cross brings back man to Eden
So then,
where is it?
Has inner Earth caved in for good,
Or has my inner world risen...
To be continued
©palewriter
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