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~~other realities~~

~~my sweet lady..
I come home to thee..
on bent knees, I've come home to pray for thee..
and lay my hands on your pain, no more sorrow for thee..
whilst the world hides under a blanket..
and smiles a sigh of relief..
while the music is played..we are transported from
the grave and taken to ballroom days..
inside a snow globe, it only fascinates thee
when it's shaken and your heart is stirred..
good food and good cheer, a warm bed..
gold, is for the greedy..as for the poor..
they have the poverty..family is treasured wealth..
and true love, a vested commodity..swine have no
use of pearls, and knowledge is just a strange word..
whispered among men and giggled among girls..
the insane have lamentations and the genius are said
to be possessed..spirits can come in bottles
or summoned forth in a circle of friends..
at once, we escaped our plight..on wings made of paper..
sailing forth across the starry night..
past the waxing Moon and innocent as can be..
we gave birth to a thousand other realities..
~~the end

by Rick Weber
October 18, 2015
copy right reserved 2015(c)
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