In my world
I'll draw people
As a collective branch
Clipping away any
Pluralistic, divided sects
I'll slip past
The waves breaking on my knees
And take the long way round
My sleeping Calypso
Because I've lost my straining need
For an enemy
My world, my globe
Formed by no other's fancy
Will blink and yawn
Scattering stardust on the
Restless dreamers in feathered beds
Of warm memories and distant futures
And here I leave you, world
Spinning and steady in my love
Stoically knowing you'll never love me in return
For I only meant to create
And watch as your heart
Tends to its people
How sweet is the smell of
Raindrops pattering on rolling harmonies
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