sometimes when you look up,
you hope that the sky of luck
on a clear crystal starry midnight,
that the milky way
was somehow like a candy bar,
and that sweetness
will tip your way into happiness.
powerful attractions
endured by a trail of dark reality,
is where the silent sleeper awakens
and becomes the great sea of consciousness
like the rise of venice
in the 15th century
with some of that italian
muscle during the roman empire.
it is the blood your pour out
in great – get tough – raw recitals
to drive all forms adversity far away.
sometimes though in an old palace,
it takes a noble, heart and mind
to work through the ruins
to find the pyramid
of money, love and luck
to sparkle brilliantly.

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