The Tall Poppy.

I am the designer, I am the architect; the one who creates the fabric in which the illusions of our mind dance before us. I am meta, I am the abstract; I am the rules of existence. I see the ends of stories before they begin; aware of the potentialities; how might they manifest? Observer of all things, big and small. No-thing escapes the fiery eye perched atop the tower; my gaze pierces the depths of your soul. I know where you are headed, I know where you’ve been, and the details in between that did originate from me. I send you twists and turns, trials and tribulation for your life is a test. The test to separate the wheat from chaff, roses from thorns; the tallest poppy soaks the most sun.

 

 

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