Challenging Forms: Mutability
Sometimes I fancy
the most impossible things;
purple and white seas,
Blue crystalline trees,
bloody tears and fairy kings,
words spoken freely:
The thing that is key
to the veil of worlds falling
is utter folly.
Blessed Insanity;
three’s the number revealing
paths to unity.
Our world unready
for events culminating
in all of us free.
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