Pie on a Windowsill

The Night Sky, we can only get a piece of him, but he flows through everything, that little voice inside your head, listen to him, his words are magic, and he knows everything, unlock puzzle pieces of the mind, and you can discover more of him, so much is here, so much to eat, all sorts of food, for the deserving, the righteous, the dirt and worms, to anyone, who would accept it's spirit, there’s a place for everything, and a lot of heaven, is left for raccoons to find, sometimes it’s a fruit, and sometimes it’s everlasting, what are you doing in that room, nothing.

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Children

A wizard, a Pathfinder, a dream walker, he found me in my sleep, I showed him my staff, he wanted to say something, but I ignored him, so many, pieces of wisdom, forbidden knowledge, things we aren’t allowed to say, learn the rules, vampires can’t open doors, and demons can’t see their reflection, ghosts, haunted houses, cross a line of salt, coke, bubbling, boil and bubble, soup and noodles.