Mysterious Revelation

A forbidden woman, once removed,

no longer holds the allure

that the artist wishes to capture

and would risk his life for.

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We strip the peacock of their feathers

for they are more beautiful than we.

Take the skin from prowling flanks

of lithe hunters we can never be.

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We live to take the purposeful mystery

out of the mysterious.

To unpick, untie and unravel

the unknown land left for us.

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We turn the tree into wood

and the wood into a boat.

Put the boat upon the water

to keep our vessels afloat.

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Just because we dream of invention

does not mean it should be so.

Perhaps we are not meant to float

but gasp in fear below.

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I do not fear of being pulled down,

deep and under, set to drown,

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I fear that I may like it.