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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What mountain’s top holds truth’s last stand, its vista viewed as life’s specific grandeur; promised above earth’s horizon, soon home to you, this present era’s raconteur; prized perch upon and soon so manned, spirits to its solemn summit foregather; path to an enlightened wizen, your muse filled thoughts honed in poetic cyphers; provides one’s mind now awakened, to seek in kind more eminent words to rend; precepts of bounteous support, flow into Id’s dwell, providing thought’s forefend; promoting writes that pummel sense, denoting impression, belief, and feeling; precious and precocious meaning, admiration, mantic, and concise dealing; perceptions clasp to subject’s spall, expectation’s hasp to realization’s hold; prompting an exclaimed juxtapose, of notion, life’s devout connections and mould; personal presumption’s peril prosed, roughly penned, supplying one’s thoughts in depth probe; preciosity thus is preened, into the winds are tossed a lifetime’s burthen; priming a write’s unveiling script, releasing the inner wright’s uncloaked heathen; presenting one’s cleared wit to plot, sharing mind’s ought with an urging purpose; proposing questions which allow, an extension of one’s thoughts that is wordless; perplexing, the gist of this prose, the virtuous, or scandalous, who needs to know? Peripety personified, this scribbled stew taunts both one’s knowledge and nom; perturbing, it burns at one’s nous, its twisting and turning precludes mind’s entomb; peacefully opening the mind, exposing the probable in word and rhyme; purposefully filling bland thoughts, with evincing sneap it undrapes the sublime; poetically its particles, now hewn into this mountain top’s crown of stone; stand-alone against all futures, as casualties, onto the global winds there’re casually blown; upon depth’s miles of sand and time, out to the cloud, aloft in the vast of rhyme; time’s touch is the perusal’s ruse, subjecting one to this word wright’s sempre prime; pinnacle swept with life’s enrobe, of wittiness penned, its context thought’s elate; seasoning the unveiling truths, that so clarify the opened mind’s au fait. Life’s thunder stood, on mountain’s top, with trust of word and thorough thought undressing; essence assumed each pen bled stroke, each word to heart and beckons time’s beseeching; completes in the soul that yearning, which confirms one’s inner light yet burns of this; your self intact, of yin and yang, bound through all time, in thought filling works of wit.
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