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Is it there or is it not?
Before my eyes a deluge of inner thoughts converge,
broadcast on an open plain
for lack of words to feign its impossible meaning

Does it dance or does it walk?
Upon a stair cased flowered veil to deceive,
brilliant the light does mimic
in effervescent golden silhouettes

Will it scream or will it sing?
Only time will fill the feast with ample solutions
Listen close as mornings find us
sleeping on empty cartons of a desperate phrase

Does it live or does it die?
Within my mind the scattered illusions come to bear
of endings soon to find their path
in freedoms born of cascade truths on darkened city streets