Dreamland √
Look out upon the waves of light as they rush over me
Trembling fine to crave delight in all I do and see
No sprite or elf has such a dance as prances through my mind
Day in, day out, the beauty sprouts for something's there to find
A bauble, dido, smile, or quirk is hidden in each niche
Explore until the end of time, this story that is rich
The beauty bound between our souls, knows all about the sighs
And sings a note, so hard to reach, it splits the sparkling skies
Prepare, for here it comes again, to cleanse the vacant room
So, with a whirl and sprightly step, the soul does swing the broom
For, after all, each one shall seek their way on through the copse
To wonderfields of everlasting sighs, and joys, and hopes
Another insight that I just realized is not once did I try to predict anything in my rhoetry beyond what it means to be Human. That's not really a prediction as much as just revealing what is left once the dystopia is removed. I was always just trying to put the pieces together as to what was going on and what would it take to reveal the beauty hidden within Human life. It has always been about revealing that beauty and refuting the ugliness that the prehuman has adopted as its way of life ("that's just the way it is!" Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh).
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