i can sense your atrocious
ulterior motives
as you cut me some slack
while i tip toe
across this tightrope
plucking newborn stars from the satin sky
then taking my time
eating them
with the intention
to light up
my life

eventually
becoming a guide
scouring around
uncharted dreams
in search of certain individuals
capable of
helping me as much as i
help them

as we
journey through thick fog
and thin air
in hopes of recovering treasure
stolen by evil scorcers
waving wands aimlessly
as they ride hypnotized dragons
on saddles
striving
for the ultimate flight
being accepted
to soar skies bareback
stroking the sensitive scales
that act as.........

gills
allowing the exquisite creatures
to not only own the skies but also swim in seas
submerging into depths
that reach ancient oceans
that present themselves amongst deep undertows
lurking in caverns
working as a team with the overcurrents
swallowing
anything
daring to tread these warning waters
despising when nothing listens to them
taking the awkward feelings
with a grain of salt
then recycling it

as life finds its way back
 to the middle world of Eden
blossoming
from within buried lands
as aquagreen grass gently sways on the riverblue hills
dancing together as one being
provoked by marvelous music
orchestrated by the Tree of Life
conducting the neighboring
Giving Tree
to decorate the breeze
in tinsel toned leaves and spontaneous silver seeds
that sound like
PErcUssiOn
as they brush against eachother

sparking
monumental tempos
while nearby streams
recieve harmonies
like a guitar
delivered
from the sea of acapella songs
sounding like pianos
lifting
the spirits
of fallen pinecones and
banging them
on the branches from where they dropped
adding bass
into the articulate music

that feeds on incoming souls lives after recently
dissipating from the society
of this greed fed humanity thinking they own the ground they walk since they're on top

little do they know
they wouldn't exist if it weren't
for the silent songs
surfacing into the air we breathe and need

they'd still be.....

an unborn
thought

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