[AS THE MUSIC PLAYS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS FLIGHT OF FANCY...
http://youtu.be/4NESbSLWHe8
A bob and a weave and I manifest in the field of your vision...
A sentence and you spellbound fall swooning to the ground...
Such a delicate movement and I catch you in midair as our eyes make contact with devastating impact and lay waste to whole forests of lies.
The whole of time, space and visualization in the stages of our stratification...
Such a delicate dance that the crowded masses stop and make room.
Your gossamer dress catching the currents of the air and moving hypnotically...
A lonely poet dreams on the dawn of a new spring...
Young green leaves budding on waking trees.
Blood stirring from the lair of winters hold...
A bob and a weave and I manifest fully seen in the brown depths of your optics.
Shall we?
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