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Is it true do the Walkabouts dwell
Where flickering lights of subconscious reside?
They’ve crossed the chasm of logic
As do the Flutterbyes tell;
Colors are flowing unsequenced and new
Flying high over the shielings
As purple light elucidates the arrival
Of the morrow’s fresh dew.
They stay through my day in frescoed hue
In harlequin riots wings hover, brush and sway
They leave in the evening I ask myself why?
I miss their yellow hazing with fringes of blue.
Misunderstood and deemed nonsense indeed
Yet they entered my subliminal mind.
I’ll gift it out to all of humanity
As my avowed intention & timeless creed.
Their flutters we have both heard in time….
Although we may ask ourselves why?
Neither sense nor reasoning could quell
The emergence unfettered from the Flutterybye mine!
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