One of the greatest things you have never seen
is
The mind parrot after the second minute
Engulfed by wings and colors
comatosed by pieces of the percieved sweet future
splinters of what will happen
wings beating you till reality flicks back up
Fantasy on the down draught toward craggy expectation
a clear sky screen
The greatest thing you have never seen
The candy promotion
supermodel material
staring at your unsure eyes, through you, through you
as the common birds break their beaks on the windows
of the popularity apartheid
A clear screen into where space starts and the sky ends
just above where dreams march as conformists to some
predictably ordered set of events
But that the dreamer wakes feeling like an original artist
Not the common killer of endangered birds
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