Emotion is the tongue for the truth.
Tasting in awe, this law, its' proof!
It's the controller of the atmosphere.
Mantle, and the scourge of tears.
The string-puller, and the very strings.
Of bondage, and of what sets you free.
It is the aquaduct and the endproduct.
Infusing judgment to instruct, all things.
Ride and destination, wings of exhileration.
For the senses, it's a self-fulfilling dream.
Author of the Muse and Play, a mission call.
Into the fray, speaking parables, variables.
Poetry, as it deems, a veritable Changeling.
Phantom of the Opera, behind the scenes.
Frame of reference, we need, always applies.
Sometimes too much, stark and maligned.
Heralding-trumpet, that abides, tuned, being.
As the Sun in the window of Lifes' dawning.
By destroying Nothingness in its' wake.
Replacing with Joy, and risks we all take.
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