Spirit rises above the pages unknown,
Unexpected changes in life intervene,
two suns in a face thru the words thrown,
made my heart drum once in the scene.
Soon I forgot how my heart was torn,
I immersed into an imaginary world,
all is possible and all can be born,
clashing into dreams in a stuttered form.
A forbidden apple in paradise to waste,
one that I should never dare to taste,
yet in my dreams stepped unconsciously,
unexpectedly, recurringly and unreasonably.
Reminder of a real present delight,
can return a passion for subtleness,
alpha, omega and the rise of the light,
skepticism shedding faith with softness.
Love is now locked in a strong vault,
safely and secure from hopeless hopes.
Dream of a team is now on hold,
price of the heart is high on these slopes.
A collision of a soul in prohibition,
nothing but the mind in between,
the now is air and recognition,
universe crossing to the unseen.
Little do I know about the apple.
Little do I know about everything.
Yet I grasp the moment in ripple,
multiply it, shut it, and wane my singing.
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