For Chelsea Harpsickle
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Imbued cue, Sharp Iron Will
The InAbility to sit Still
—Unbreakable Strength—
Time is naught ever to waste.
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The Mass surpassed by
A. Hyperion Plate;
others move at an inferior rate;
“…please, halt all Hate…”
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Instead RiSe, up to The LiGhT
where there will naught be Night
Sagacity sprung to Height,
Illusory, Vibrationless Flight…
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(Life, in The Absence of Fright)
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‘HIGHER’, stated Her Mind,
‘To Truth I Shan’t be Blind‘
Knowing the Warrior Inside
Will Eternally remain Kind.
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In Year Twenty-Twenty-Five
The Sea unShelled herself
—Advance, Advance, Advance—
Up and away She Lept.
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~whilst HerSelf she Kept~
InterDimensionally She Wept
Aunt seen placed upon a shelf
The Mean Will Melt…
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Pole-Vaulting; Spirituality
Heightened Gold awaits.
ephemeral lies behind;
Pain Settled, Aside.
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Emotions escalate to abate.
hold fast to The Key;
Truth Will set You Free. Co-
Signed by A. Beautiful Mind.
Medusa is naught blind—
therefore Cerberus
Will not define
the Looming Leader
That I clearly See,
Blooming on the Inside.
