Modicum of sense bears witness we
Appear apart as man is to the moon.
Unworthy I of your eyes' symphony,
Dreams draw my moth to butterfly's cocoon.
Enchanted by bright light my write reflects,
Connections linking Mars to Venus realm,
Makes fantasy reel real in fact, elects,
A sparkling pole star set to steer hope's helm.
Under, over, through famed needle's eye,
Desire's humped camel enters heaven's gate,
Entertaining expectations high,
Content with what sense can't extrapolate.
May extra-sensory perception show
Confirmed osmosis, interactive flow?
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