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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