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What are you waiting for?
Dear Ventriloquist,
We have uncovered your secret.
Your tricks are no longer spectacles,
wrecked and sectored off.
We have spotted your hand
and thwarted your attempts
to mime falsehoods into our thoughts.
But your mime fails to mine my mind's mind,
try to mind your own time.
Land mines and mind mines,
mine's miming minds while my mind's eye
finds Mayan ruins within my mind's mines.
Miles beneath the Mind's beliefs,
grows mind files to find in piles to reach.
Styles to teach while Miles plays free
jazz through open eyes and speech.
Cries relief.
Captivate the thoughts,
then die in peace.
Minds released.
Create a forest from a garden
and add vines to reach.
Divine deceased.
Divinity is a trick on the mind's eye,
designed to cease.
Lines to crease.
Lions of zion line
the spines of feet.
Crime and peace.
Kind and beast.
Rhyme and reason
during times of treason
blind the season,
where winter wars
melt and find peace in freezing.
Increased relief.
