Cunning and casual
Are the complex coded canvases
That one would call dreams
Yet consumed by the cannibalistic cousin
That one has labeled as
The realtiy of their consciousness
The core of that persons cosmic recollection is cut out
And counted as a corrupted crux to the confused creatures cortex
Though convoluted and cancerous is this eradicating
Course of thinking one might hold coin to such logic
Yet I am a candidate of curiosity
As well as a catalyst for celestial horizons
Therefore, I chamber myself within the charismatic ways of a clever creator
So, I don’t live contempt, but content to this world
Because I have come to know
That within the contested frame of my existence
There in lies another
~ Tony Paradise’s Poet ~
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