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To break the rules of reality,
I cheat all those all around me
Regardless of how sagacious I may be,
Only fools are mesmerized of those who behold me
I prance and dance on the open sea
Like a basilisk, but I remain afloat
With blessing’s curse, I cannot be washed ashore
Witnessed the many who drifted off beneath
As they recycle down below the abyss
Once more a rebirth of you, the only one I truly miss
I recognize you
Morph to something anew
You don’t remember me, but I remain the same
I float on the pinnacle of the sea
And yet, I’m envious of you
Eons and eons of my demise
Patience, a virtue
In tune to my existence
As I continue to observe the world,
Keeping watch of your perpetual transmogrify
This poem is available on my poetry book compilation, Misty Dawn Road.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/254141
My quixotic escape to dreamland is
Always a whimsical amusement park
I'm an angel resting on a blade
Of humorous impracticality
A blade that hurts reality
I'm the dreamer torn between
Smooth masculine angels with the wildest dreams

Reality can slit my wings,
Scorch my blackened feathers,
And manipulate my epicurean senses
But these lucid dreams
Cleanse my slate
A dreamer's fortitude is a gentle sigh
On the eyelids
John Archievald Gotera © 2015
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