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I found myself counting crows

As above and so below

Everything is we know is gold

When we dwell within the soul

Shrouded in a luminescent glow

I walk the path under stormy skies

I seek the mythical realm of the Lord of Flies

Where young children lose their way and brutalise

Which is not much different

From this world we call civilised

Yet sojourning this life

I travel across the seven seas

And watch acrobats trapeze

While watched by a gibbering bunch of monkies

Who were enjoying a Mad Hatter tea party

Down a rabbit hole frequented by a girl called Alice

Who came from a town of malice

And it left me wondering and hungering

For future dream like rifts and shifts like this

That come to me when counting crows

Deliberating on as above so below.