Picture this I'm the constant glean
putting it together true and mean
Each truth a hammer hitting back
every farsical assumption attacks
Park hallucinations at the foot of the day
umbrellas wide open indoors betray
Each little prong ready to trip
induce an accident or slip
I'm putting these clues together I handle
Absorbing all these layered implications
Their toppings and plastic candles
indulgences that usurp satisfaction
Parks of hallucinations insane
grandeur is conjured in mirage
Umbrellas keep out these summer rains
Each drop that gets in is a touch
an attempt to wake me from real life
slamming my face back into dream rough
Where everything fantasy lives on untouched
unbroken by the banality and lack of magic
And so the sorcery plays on
I'm getting the hang of these spells
The strange sparkles that haunt
These million things I want
slowly stitch up and form sails
getting pushed over to me
Never too early or too late
God teach me to be grateful
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