Enchanted

The bell tolls for thee,

And continues to ring

Unceasingly,

Though there are fractures

In space time continuum,

Where one may deduce

That it's ring has halted,

And there is no more

Deluge of bliss

To ebb and flow...

...Ah, but there is!...

You feel the ring

Internally...

...The chime may even

Transform,

But make no mistake...

...That prayer bell's

In good form,

And sends you to dreams

On flight

With feathers, and

Whimsical

Fancy!...

The bell tolls for thee,

Let it split what's been seen

Into differing fractions...

...Your black and white

Faction

Is too quick at the draw!...

...Let the the spice

Smoke set in, and

Consider your flaws,

Before you lay down

A definitive

Means.

The bell tolls for thee,

And continues to ring

Unceasingly,

Though there are

High and low tones

That one must distinguish

In order to taste every

Dewdrop from heaven.

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2018

Bunny Villaire