as simple as
a triangle
two sides with
a middle
two arguments
with a solution
familiar as
the sea of grass
fluid and
ever green
take them all out
from a box of
the usual
elevate them
higher from what
we expect
a new look
to old places
extended meanings
to what have been disregarded
no, it is not a play
of words
it is the fusion of
what we refuse to know
and what they are
no, it must not be what
we are
but what they can be
yes, it is the sweetest
sound of the single hand clapping
Prince Serendipity
and her Princess Stupidity
wedding
we were those kids
laughing
because the Emperor
is wearing clothes
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