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bedtime rhymes
this time lapse in my lap spinning back with rotation
ovations of sensations accessing axis surrounded by constellations
pure contemplation, beyond identity and nations,
would aliens commit salutations, comment conversation
we'll concur cross examination to further investigation
fell free to fulfill fully profound feelings
pro sound revealings of low and behold I'm not dreaming
bitten by really live, communiques unexplainable
but here to beautify life with the unattainable
call me an idealist, spiel this, to wheel in whales
whitened by weasels appearing to spear, when wills
are fail and pale, sail to tails, attracting through storm and gale
drawn like a form of speech, plucked like the twang a culture teach
i make a sculpture where interest peaks, written forms
where dreams and worlds meet, eye of the beholders' treats
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