Solitarily hiding in avenues of fantasy, creating a
life to fasten itself to reality.
Setting out tiers of truth to look upon, upsetting
the natural balance brought between relationships
and imagination.
Together standing, searching, climbing high into
lighthouses of creative imagery, seeking the inner
beauty everyone knows is there.
Crystal glass, aligned in knowing circles, turning
the past into present creations, with tomorrow's
future lying in the balance.
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