true

I fall

from an ancient tower

into soft mud

nothing but fun

pulled up by dinosaurs

to burn in the eyes

of a patient sun

drink

from oceans

of past goodbyes

a wonderful wedding

where everyone else but me

are dressed as god

the wants and the wills

endure the itch

that kills

climb

the darkest tower

to find the shadow

of an ancient you

I am the unreal

nevertheless

true

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