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How is it? Was it...?
Done... Back in the day
Before saving trees ...caught me
When scraps of cardboard
And napkins
Caught the odd bits and pieces
Of ideas
Caught the particles ...elements...
Bone fragments ..of the would be skeletons
Of ...future, coming ...brainstorms
Self reflections ...in the mirrors ...of our souls
We used to check...
To see what are now called ...our avatars...
Would carry ...on...
Could...
That we would collect...
All the crumpled pieces ...of our minds path...
To find our way back...
Would the illusions...
Lead us back through the hurt and confusion
Back to love...
As our final solution...
Would that the burned remnants
Of where we were
Incur the wrath...
We have gotten by
And be
Once again released...
Would we ...in the now...
Unlearn the fears
Unleash
The rivers of tears
We have learned to bridge
To contain our private room in hell
...and tame the waiting beasts
Unafraid...
At least, unbowed...
Yes, soul children...
Fear in the face of evil...
Is allowed ...to overcome this wave
...to survivals test ...in the next...
Paper kingdoms castle
May yet prove
Vital to protect
Our combined will...
To project
Into the hell
Which will be
Certain to return...
People will continue
To get burned...
And greed, will...
Create prisons for the incubation
Of the cure... As if...
Inflicting pain upon ourselves,
Was a sure way ...to show cause...
Because we fail to know
We are connected
To the well ...of souls... Of all...
Here with us...
And the creator
Who
Is still here with us...
Lets us know...
We alone hold the keys to the prison
Which we have erected
For ourselves
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