​Tools of the trade

Words come aplenty
Soft and malleable as dough
Butterflies spring
As the mantis crawls

Years in a sentence
Decades in a paragraph
Mere seconds an eternity

Words manipulate
Convey sensation
Falsehoods of ecstasy
To appease our inner grand illusions

Magical beings of wonder
That we are
The worlds that we imagine
Can only take us so far

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