The sun and the moon, what can they do for you,

Your friends, and your dreams, are they near,

Your love and your feelings, breathe it in, feel the blood flow through your veins,

She says not here, he's dreaming of you, I hope you succeed, on the next evening, something magical happened,

She woke up, and asked, what year is it, you and your lover, you were meant to be together forever,

Just a poet, dreaming of wish fulfillment,

He hopes to earn it, her bountiful love,

Laughter and the food he's eating, wondering if there are even children, just rivers and roads, and the dreams they follow,

I’m just a container, an experience, anyone can walk through with the moon’s permission,

I made it in, that thin barrier, of acceptance,

Just a man in love with progression,

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Fruits popped, and strength potions, full of pride and love,

So many emotions, and they need fulfillment,

Some yearn for peace and death,

Demons and ghosts,

Who dared to fall in love,

Their father above said it wasn’t their time,

Priority and scales, the heavens know best, blasphemy and sex, the price of all of it,

There are many paths to purification, the moon and her magic, she can do anything,

Even dragons bow theirs heads, under the moonlight, dreaming of soft pillows and a wet bed,

So many youth, they don’t want to see, what their father and mother does, alone in their bedroom,

Alpha and Omega, they know exactly what to do, and they don’t need a teacher, if a poet can offer anything, it’s just an experience,

They have space division techniques, and they always succeed,

I live in a jar, but it’s not my jar, the world is such a big place,

Deep in the abyss, who knows what’s watching, rivers and roads, and human resources,

Questions that must be asked,

For a worm wriggling,

Wait too long for love and it may never come,

The past happened, and who knows, it may catch up to where I am,

If there are any ghosts in need of satisfaction, I’ll be here, bugs and ticks, so many riddles, and if the devil loves anything, it’s working,

He leaves, on his way to the exit, he asks the moon how he did, she says it was really nice to meet you,

He came and he went, his mother and father, a deep fear and a great respect,

I made it to level ten, this life was just a lesson, how to be a man and love again,

If you had grievances, you may have had to live a different experience,

But alas I live in a jar, it’s all just a reflection, of a question asked,

The moon’s consideration,

Alas, I’m but a man, alone in the world,

Honey in a jar, and drops of Jupiter,

Try not to worry too much…