Corona Light

In a beam of light filled with mystic gold that turns to dust when it passes through.

Worth about as much as money which is our agreed upon lie between me & you.

It’s as real as the gold dust in a passing corona of light.

Do we still agree upon this lie when we both know it’s not right?

Paper, gold, pounds & pence the lie can’t go on forever.

But not many agree with these words & can’t let go…not ever.

They’ll ride this horse towards a burning barn & be engulfed in flames.

But, when the lie fails & it’s masters have self immolated we won’t recall they’re names.

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I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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