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    Private worlds mount upon a covered mold;
    Raising impossible odds, as a bonemarrow toll.
    Settled for a sequence–packaged and stored,
    For a cruel memory moves…down at the core.

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    Private worlds mount upon a covered mold;
    Raising impossible odds, as a bonemarrow toll.
    Settled for a sequence–packaged and stored,
    For a cruel momory moves…down at the core.

    Alas, peace may be had with skeleton bones,
    Which lay dormant for awhile, and left alone.
    Good reason sinks–to hone-in on self-pursuit;
    Scamper through dreams for some wild abuse.

    Self-therapy utilizes the dimension of dreams;
    Then, alibis foolish disarray–sharp and mean.
    A restless turmoil brings pilgrims with a torch,
    While craving for peace…on a skeletal march.

    This skeletal history might be aroused awake,
    When reality disturbs the package it forsakes.
    Consciousness can hardly grasp skeletal truth;
    Dreams burst-at-the-seam to keep it all aloof.

    Understanding! eludes a social determinance,
    And esteems power as tho’ virtual persistence.
    An authorized summons in a call and election,
    Appears for fools–to be an angelic correction.

    Deep within the realm of a worldly surreality,
    Dreams submit to the enemies–of tranquility.
    Nightmares! may parade monsters to the soul;
    There! ignite a mental rampage thru the cold.

    Whatever truth appears…on a lonesome night,
    Sleeping-in-solo is the only way to get-it-right.
    Before light hits the mind–on the dreamin’ gage,
    The skeleton may burst…onto a peaceful stage.
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  • Turn slowly and ponder real things around;
    allow the view to absorb your thoughts.
    You dwell much too fast…to notice a crown,
    when ugly faces…reveal beauty sought.

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    Turn slowly and ponder real things around;
    allow the view to absorb your thoughts.
    You dwell much too fast…to notice a crown,
    when ugly faces…reveal beauty sought.

    Who shall overlook the secret of an overseer,
    bypassing lovely charms of perception?
    Generously share the treasures of your love,
    for open hearts–cover love’s deception.

    Count the wonder–things most easy to see,
    observing the beauty in your picture.
    How!…we do cherish your breathing motion,
    than flat images on sheets of stature.

    Bask in the warmth of your beautiful smile;
    it is a thrill-of-life…for a few moments.
    Magnificent faces animate the human race,
    while printed stones rest in monuments.

    Your wooden replica says a thousand words,
    while your living presence is speechless.
    Of all things, thoughts might put into words,
    beautiful motion, yet!…remains faceless.

    No private principle will ever outworth a life;
    tho’ life will never surpass the principle.
    Splendid love is the foremost principle-of-life,
    ’cause, life is saved–a dwelling temple.

    Concede with me!…motion turns slower now;
    love perceives ugly, as a charmful glow.
    Distorted faces begin to smile different now,
    appearing beautiful–and pure as snow.
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