Inception

He's the beginning of every page,
the opening curtain, grand
master on the world's stage

We all play, all eyes on him;
born in sin, a blank slate,
Mona Lisa's smile like a child,
no denial written on her face

Balancing on a tightrope,
in the hall passing love notes
starry-eyed, love-crossed
walking down the boardwalk,
hand-in-hand, me and you;
an inception inspired,
sparks flying out of a live wire,
the start of something new.

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