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May 20
I bought a book of Escher prints
So I could study infinites
and reflect subtle sentiments
Against these paper dolls.

To find the rhyme where reason ends.
To see where disbelief suspends.
Connect the dots and spot the trends.
The lines define us all.

Now here we are outside of space.
Where thoughts create our sense of place.
Realities we’d often chase
Are drifting out of view.

We’ll make each piece a perfect fit.
A world we’ll  build inside of it.
Filled with oceans, platforms, pits.
Existing somewhere new.

Memories, dreams, and starry nights.
Jarring spectacles of light.
Sirens donning masks of white.
In hopes you’ll do the same.

The journey we will start tomorrow.
Hope that there’s some paths to borrow.
Dance the laughter sing the sorrow.
Start another game.
Themanwithaplan
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