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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Contemporary and vast in imagination is the girl lost in her own world. Concealed between the paragraphs and ink typed pages of the book. Remain cross-legged, as if in meditation, toes tickled by grass. Here the battle of yin and yang, good and evil, is not waged but in balance. Falling from the tree to rest in her lap is the red apple. Just like the plot of a book; within and eating it's way to the outside is the worm. Weaving in and out of the core, consuming the plot, is the worm. Pulling the reader through the red shiny skin into its world. Hours could fly by hidden and protected by the apple. The letters purge into a blur and no longer seen is the book. Hero, villain, and romance achieve their balance. Feet sprout roots into the grass. Becoming immobile with the soft cushion; short bladed grass. Breaking through one skin and into another goes the worm. Coursing through the bloodstream, distorting balance. Eyelids fall as if to be curtains closing out the remaining world. The key to the gates lay open; the book. Perched on left knee baring one hole; the apple. Slipping through the tendrils of a dream riding aboard an apple. Wings flapping on either side, improvised as grass. The landing pad looms in front; an open book. Waving a light for a signal and a hand for hello the worm. Created solely by the subconscious is this world. Hitting the pages stumbling from the stem with lost balance. Skin melting red spilling into the pages; colorless becomes the apple. Brandishing a pencil, he begins to build a new world. Kneeling in the grass, Coloring in the apple purple is the worm. Dancing in circles around and upon the open book. When finished, he nods slowly and closes the book. The scales return to their balance. Burrowing deep into the apple goes the worm. Once purple and now red again is the apple. The roots from feet recede from the grass. Opening eyes back into the already created world. Reaching complacency within the world of a book. The grass, a support for balance. Leaving the door ajar of the purple apple, waving a sad goodbye to the worm.
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