Celeste
Once upon a time in a distant land
With marshmallowy trees and silken sand
There lived a silver shadowy thought
A dream that nearly was, that nearly was not
And it clearly was all sorts of things
Like pure and white with doves wings
A somethingness that sat quite still
Unflinchlingly and just by will
But in the stillness lived a dance
An intangible green-lake trance
And to the flips and twirls about
Was the silence of the shout
All the beauty, and all the strife
Of the fantastical horror that is life
Self-confirmitory contradiction
Oxy-moronic by self-conviction
A dream dreamt beneath autumn leaves
Of starry nights and sunset eves
Of sharing the words that sound the best
Of befriending a thought known as Celeste
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