Somewhere else is where the pictures are falling

Flipping out of order intelligently

Capturing this moment freely

From the cusp of grasping,actually

Counterparts for torn edged hearts

The ones remembering from the start

Blackened from the heated minutes

Of time signaling the Solar plexus flexing digits

Crown of mounted fixtures

Lit candelabra of stars

When all the when’s come not as hardened

Souls on flashing Barber polls

Once again,

Stolen

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Twelve spirit horses shadowed the bounds around a row of twenty-nine-hundred headless men .

Those heads were to be her Army, and those heads had left seven yesterdays before, again .

Queen Reality , free from her chains , and from the heart of the great Fickle King; embraced the subtle nuances of this next do - over .

What called into the banks of the dark side of the Moon was written for her; Lady Reality, the never a Princess , Queen of the Two Shores.

TheTwo Shores were a gathering of slayed sand piled upon the ore of many worlds worth of superstition, and Gold lore.

Two oceans almost meet there , as they swipe each side of the sand , almost clasping waves into hands .

The Queen of all of the almost things ...

Forever more.