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The chimney gives an armour of white suits to those who climb its transparent waters.
The forest who's thunder rains into your full well walks through the hedge that covers their path without fire's tornado; brick paths bring young intimidating eyes to those who notice to consider.
Spinning red boats leading to the shores of the drunkard as time stands still.
Letting you notice true silence.
Flying beneath a height of static.
The forest is now lightning riding the breath of hills and space.
The universe has left you behind to pick up its pieces.
Where the thorny devil sits, don't stir.
You're now.
In are.
Marble reads scripture at guns who rape children of their wind.
No wind asks why, it sits and stirs until it flies.
I take you with me on a journey.
Through the dreams of a person who slept in soot Beneath the chimney, you see gold patterns of wind in their freedom inside you.
A castle's green sludge spurs through the book of the exorcist as you fly down a street at night.
The gangsters sell weed and you're shaking Obama's hand, he has a weak grip, he sprained it during squash.
Avoiding the stairs leading below the bar, you smile and continue walking.