A lone, distant horn cries a melancholy tune;
Strangely encouraging, even optimistic.
Voices join to personalize and add
A sense of unintentional caring.
Bagpipes and drums? Joined by chimes?
An assertive sense... Manifest Now!
No more guides, no more guardian angels!
Show no hesitation! Create!
The mingled colors of hot wax
Form a dancing, overweight clown.
Joy leaps from his movements,
Rhythm is his piano forte.
All things in imagination,
Are not only possible,
But reality on some nearby plane.
Love is in the scent of yonder rose.
It has already happened.
Even her smile is clear in the mist.
Her laughter erupts... She knows!
So tell me... What’s your sign?
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