hazy blues and reds and greens
ages spent in momentary scenes
the rides on the rainbow never disappoint
the 2D worlds are adjacent and joint
oh and the scary clowns jump on water
the sun melts in the sea till its left only quarter
her face, it shimmers in the flashes of reality
clearer than the reality around
or the mind made towns
the animal families, the perfect symmetry
skipping thoughts skipping worlds i am free
i make mold unhold memories
the stages are formed and we dance on trapeze
and I follow the non existing trails
such is the world of the high tales
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