Together

When the sun drips in gold

Eyes arise

There sits aloft a buttercrest biscuit the silly

Scent of incandescent lies

In disguise, the settlement starts a city

Turns metropolis

Little people build palpable things

Reality holds its sway over health

Violent truth

But, drift too hard and let it go

You’ll soon find others join you

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