A rainbow parrot screeches atop the
Marble lighthouse in the benign morning
As seeing the screech which spreads noise
Is blindness of the cascading candy cane
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The beacons sun illuminates and disappears
All the world, all my world, my mask forgotten
when I look to the sky I see all unspoken thoughts
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Nor listened to and I step across
The smooth red future an inflamed comfort
That shuts my eyes and my optic nerves
With the coarse white path I find
My future glimmer with yellow light
Then, I can hope for a day when
Our opposite love completes itself
And my love isn’t lost in the glances
To your beautiful face of my same gender
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And the fluids lost with age of children
Will become one and drown humanity in truth
Filters masked with age with beauty with hate
For we can show who we are as our screeches in a benign morning reveal our souls malignant
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