no lie

my path was set, unaltered

no vague or toilsome route

triplicating tide hollow mastery

it was stale, no retribution

laboring beyond travail

never a slave made freedom

rather, he took it as his own

written on the white of an eye

no lie, a mesmerizing truth

a wandering composition

of pages piling and words unwritten

the brilliant warm of mystery

reflecting a light bulb luminary

under a boiling hot sun

smiling as a jack o' lantern

hydrogen fusions combust and flicker

words exploding are written quicker

and the idol became disgraced

grinning its malicious smirk

 

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