I turn forever in this misdirection
Level with its stars and silver plating upon my feet
A ribbon went after mine, into another world as grand
Luring an undertow arranged of mine
The hum of my imagination
The sliver real is squeezed
And comes a Nile of missing trek
Here we level the repercussions
Paid with strokes of crashing waves
Spells uphold cries whistling quills
Into the stories we sow
Crediting we event the Baron author
Cheers the respective readers
Find the hero within the pages, wherein we’re named.
