Chapter Fifty Five: There is a Dream

In one long glorious acknowledgement

of failure, he laid himself bare

before God.

John Grisham, The Testament

Once upon a time, there was a vision

The visionary was astute, and clever

There was a story he was about to know

Of things, of love, of self-evident truths

Not a single word was said

But it was clear; like nature it gathers

There were twigs, old branches

It was wonderful magical wellness

Of the things full of amazement

The shadows of desire, governance

The many things left behind

A wand, a trick, an illusion

But it was all the more mysterious

It exists, the star witness hath said

No other truth was able to be extracted

From those whose testimony

Was quoted therefrom

And not even death in despair

Or the cause of suffering

Can contain the poetic mouth!

In proclaiming what was good

In the bad, a lesson emerges

Hence, an art form quickly happened

It was a distinct form of storytelling

From having credible perspectives

Of life well spent, curiously derived

Or the criticism of life's many desires

A film, it was called

Moving pictures, and many more

From the shadows of the light it evolves

A narrative of fantasy and remorse

Impossible to believe, at first

A lunatic account of inconsistent faith

Book of absurdity, meter of doubt

Money deprieves

And there is the lie 

For every evil defies all modality

Clearly, absolutely devoid of merit

Of such authoritative delusion

It was a scheme of the ruling class

Callousness of youth

And nothing else in regard!

But there is a dream

From the mind it exists

Albeit not about obvious creatures

It was entirely something else

New and old it flows

The brilliant use of words

And the glory of painted illustration

From the depths of intelligence

Creativity simply gathers

Likely to be written

Yet not to be attested

By any lawful cruelty

From false news fatality

In the greed of hearts it creeps

But, it was stagnant the least

An emergency of morals

The problem overflows

But never the blow of recourse!

Keep the fantasy out!

Contaminate these legitimate dreams

And by the line of false thinking

The control of the glorious films

The full narrative of lies

Destroys the natural light

In darkness one must lose sight

The mastery comes from neglect

And as we know historically

There are stories not to be recounted

By the projector of light

The magical reels

Then the fullness of life commences

Above all else, the message remains

Alert them! Defy the odds!

Wake the slumbering souls

And by your own liberation

Control your disorderly goals.

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