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Across the path lies a finch
It's flesh having a strange itch
Moreover, from this itch lies a creature
having in its body an interesting feature
The broken paths making empty space
Leaving an undiscovered race
Their marked sacred faces glistening
The leaves rustling as someone lay listening
A man of shaken faith giving a sigh
Flash of white sparkles in his eye
Fading memories flashed as he laid broken on the floor
Where were you? Was i a chore?
This insecurity bind me
An absurd existence is my key
Dreams dance in the abyss of dark matter
Could it be that i am the mad hatter?
Something close, something beyond?
the answer appeared like a magical wand
In his flesh was a strange itch
As the man's mind sprang from the ditch
From this itch lied a creature
having in its body an interesting feature