The peridot doll sits on her perch
finally she wakes and will she then lurch
Finding her steps on the tips of the lilies
wondering high and low how she spells zero
For once upon an Arabian night sky
She sat all furled astonishment went by
She was in the paradoxical heaven and
by osmosis this Isis left the world 12 hundred moons ago and is light years away from you little puppets
I'm still wondering kids how you remain nonchalant and do your garden scissors turn to ploughing swords or disintegrate into fiendish subatomic particles from rust - as it never sleeps
And remember to curtsey and curtail
watch out for your personal whale -
& Jonah sits high - before technology grew even before Joseph's smart garb
Wrenched out of society like mini - blessed or not can one tell in the chord called infinity
We are in it now - The Forever
Non depending on your past you have only two paths - no matter what the new-agers say - a slice of spiritual deception marketed by the obscure - haven't been upstairs or downstairs truly, before?
Well I've raised the bell the chord and the scene - better watch out
I like this word called zenith and one called peril (unseen)
Like Lou Reed said I will be your mirror, but I'm not made of glass
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