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Let me re-adjust my crown,
Pitching in, when the caged bird sings …
A King, best look good, before he feasts
On those social barriers, seemingly made bigger,
As if to compensate, for my insatiable appetite.
Remove the “smoke and mirrors”
You seem to think I lean on, to better translate
A language, I would break down – if I had the time,
What you see beyond the veil you have set for yourself
Is how my mind functions – or is it?
I only wish It was that simple to emulate through speech.
For a finite definition does not, in the slightest
Come close to the power I exhibit on the dreamscape
I exist within your reality, and when I so choose
Enter a dream sequence, making a bygone story
Of what you, in an entire lifespan, would describe
As the beginning and end of our time.
It’s a cold world, yet my words glimmer in the dark
The more the merrier, for when combined
They make the most elaborate bonfire;
And when I’m lost in the impending storm,
I look back, and there, far off in the distance
Lie my words, sentient in their materialization
Of the brightest lighthouse.
– O.D. ©2018
Art by: CaringWong