It was
Summer in between the crystallized valleys of winter evergreen,
And indigo prairies of glistening icicle: Something so brilliant it begs to be seen.
Screams shake the forests and the meadows with expressive melodies
of criss-crossed breathing, heavy like the rage of the white-watered sea.
You know,
Falling in love is like falling behind, a one step forward - two step back mentality
Crashing and weaving a future, bending and breaking a majestic sort of history
And at last im part of the great mystery, vibrant colors carefully felt and dreamed:
One step ahead of comprehension and one too far out of this dimension.
Then tearing down the booming serenade, and dropping through the thin façade:
Falling out of a fantasy (sweet serenity) and into the duality of cold reality.
It's like waking up from a vivid dream: Everything seems a little less real,
and a little more like the everyday lives of you and me through vague obscurity.
Take a look below the surface of your padded wall nonfiction.
Taste the sweetness of life's many voices, calling out in unison,
begging you to ease the tension of an unbalanced existence
to fully experience this universal experiment.
I've decided that it must be the truth that in order to
Smooth over the friction of never knowing the beauty in being only temporary
The gods choose to see through our eyes.
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Submission Name: Godly Vistas
