keys and ivory,
it sings a fine jingle,
as a maestro conducts,
the curtain falls,
the curtain calls,
and the ever changing
spotlight is unraveled,
peeling through the
sweet, sweet air,
and with midnight closing in,
with glitter in the eyes,
beholder with nothing,
folded comments
cluttered on the floor.
typicality,
wishful nonsense through
the cracks like running water.
mozaic model,
county fair with
its coloured snow,
like stepping on a rainbow.
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