Mirrored back upon reflections, stirring images to appear
in fragmented pieces across the span of time.
A cloudy haze, swinging across visions, tantalized by
iridescent rhymes.
Inducted by reason of incapacity's solitude, betrayed by
a barbed question held in check too long.
Focused unwaveringly on horizons of life-long quests,
never quite realized or fulfilled in this earthly life.
Climbing scores of trees with bullet vests, hiding from
the incessant noise of narrow-minded people.
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