Mountain tops and peaks of summer stone
Climb in the lifeless dark chained and cuffed to bone
Hold on to me close, ill carry you to the clouds
The climes are cold and clammed with fog
A quiet night stripped and rebuilt to fit the scene
Friendships forged in papers rolled, deftly freeing me
From the fettered bonds of loss and loneliness
Cast yourself beyond the bounds of movie sets
Watching cars crawl across the backs of bugs
And enjoy the hours long past the setting sun
The magic of the moment touched the sky
And the clock hands stopped at perfect dark
Words from lips diving off the tallest earth
Carried by our breathe to the constellations
Of stars in this milky way galaxy of lights.
A carnival of dark and bright on corner edges
In between the highest heavens ,
and the wicked world of you and me
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Submission Name: Remedy Point
