The roofs are frosted, the air chills my cheeks.
Autumn leaves vivid at their glor'ous peak.
It's easy to dream a different dream
to pass on the party line, leave mainstream
observe with clarity reality,
illuminate stealthy narrative, free
imagination from education's
prison bars--stark victimhood cessation.
If all the outside world's embroiled in fight,
it's time to look inward and shed a light
upon the hidden places in my soul
that I sustain through battling. The goal:
to harvest terrors plump, late-ripening.
Claiming these fruits I've grown enlightening.
Upon the cold dark ground one leaf blood-red
a message of the deep growth just ahead.
Inspired by: Observe, Stealthy, Clarity, Plump and Party.
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