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what if you were the one
the immaculate conceived
you went through the mirror of time
the challenge of all thought
is finding that which seems true
that which casts doubt aside
but doubt rides you
it sits next to you
your brother that is no longer your brother
your sister image
then walk out into the bright hot sun
it is that kind of day
it gives you that feeling
you are alive
it is crazy
another day with that globe of imagination
on your neck
you stretch your limbs
and bow to the graces
build up some steam
and walk on