i

  The crow cries thrice, the waves are never-ending, the ocean of reason, relentless, do what you have to, I'm not even going to question, your father said so, rape and murder, love and life, the plight of humanity, so many dreams, shadows and reflections, the heavens don’t care, all work must be done, this ever-extending branch, again and again,

  ii

  As life goes on, it becomes less about desire, security becomes more concerning, less about pride, and more about safety,

  iii

  Lost in the bubble, your idea of reality, so ingrained in your mind, you don’t see, outside that thin translucent layer, there are beasts in the abyss, waiting to devour you,

  iv

  Your soul, your ghost haunting your life after you die, watching it all flash before his eyes,

  v

  The idea of a mountain crumbling,

  Destroyed by the river,

  Then polished into a clear and smooth stone,

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  The journey involved,

  The reflection of the effort and achievement,

  vi

  Calculating whether life is possible on a planet,

  Within a million years,

  Time like an onion,

  Layers in space,

  vii

  Stupid is a state of mind, like falling in love, but like a spell, it can be broken, and the magick can be lifted,

  viii

  New moon yearning, October, winter comes, the new year echoes, and spirits fill your cup,

  ix

  Faerie in the distance, mermaid pulling you in, a poet, flirting with death,

  x

  Copied and pasted, honey in a jar, it can only ever be, the echo of reality, and someone’s identity,

  lxi

  It's definitely not my jar, the world, humanity under the sun and the moon, and the extent of magick, the night sky and our limits,

  xii

  Freedom, say it with an accent, sort of like prison, it rhymes, for sure,

  xiii

  Value is decided by people, in the eye of the beholder, what is gold to you,

  xiv

  What is thirty years old,

  xv

  I live on through the perspective of someone who remembers me,

  xvi

  Eternities, hunger, and an ever-evolving spirit,

  xvii

  Is there a world with no people,

  xviii

  Just me and a bedroom,

  xix

  Strength potions, depression, and what’s next,

  xx

  Hera, beneath one, yet above the world,

  xxi

  Less is more, more freedom,

  xxii

  What was I saying,

  xxiii

  Once you think something, you can’t un-think it, according to the game, it’s already in play, and you must now dance a certain way,

  xxiv

  Calypso and the moon, pirates, and the pride flag on the moon...