MENTAL TELEPATHY'S POETIC ARENA
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MYSTERY LADY I VISION MY MYSTERY LADY...TRAPPED INSIDE OF AN HOUR GLASS. AGEING LIKE FINE WINE...VINTAGE. TIME FORMING HER FIGURE. SHE BECOMES A RARE COMMODITY AMONGST WOMEN. HELD UP ON A LIBRA'S EQUILIBRIUM...SHAPED AND MOLDED IN THE HANDS OF AN EARTHQUAKE, SHE BE THAT DIME PIECE OFF THE RICHTER SCALE. BALANCE OUT BY THE THIRD EYE. INTERIORLY DECORATED WITH A 140 I.Q., COMPLETE WITH KNOWLEDGE OF SELF. MY MYSTERY LADY. MY MYSTERY LADY. THE ONE WHO UNDERSTANDS UNITY EQUALS THE DREAMS OF KINGS AND QUEENS, NOT TO BE MANIPULATED AGAINST EACHOTHER ON ANY LEVELS. SHE SHARES MY EVERY PAIN. TOGETHER WE WEATHER THE STORM THAT COMES IN THE FORM OF A PRISON. THE ONLY INMATE BEING THE SUN. STILL, SHE CHOOSES TO DANCE WITH ME TO A SONG CALLED "STRUGGLE". RISING TO THE OCCASION..DANCING BESIDE HER. LOVER...PROTECTOR...AND PROVIDER. ONE OF ME IS NOT ENOUGH. THUS, THE SEED IS PLANTED WITH THE PROMISE THAT ONE DAY THERE WILL BE TWO OF ME. MY MYSTERY LADY... MY MYSTERY LADY... AND I SERENADE TH