No sugar successes messing up the flashes from your visage.
No muddy money substituting for the truth you wear like a suit.
Success is all process and sabotage
and then the bubble bursts, and then the digging down to the roots.
Giving off the glint of a cut jewell
One that's been held captive in Ali Baba's cave.
Freed from prison to prism, released from the spell of the knells.
But watch out for knives of the knaves.
The artwork of Italy and environs holding together your heart
Equipped with all the assesories and the necessities
The mirrors are confused, one sense idiot boxes that don't tell the stories that have gone off or never made it to the charts.
Beauty blooms out in the breeze of clarity with just a touch of ambiguity.
The drama is always moving and the river people tag along,
Getting wet in the rapids and drying out with a song.
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