((Eid(e))tic)

Bust out the champagne
Just gimme that big green light
Clear signs of clear seas

How I might have missed
Without proper diligence
Bullseye Easter Egg

Manic all over
I can feel it creeping in
But sightly shifted

For you placed your bet
Only after I placed mine
Confirmed with a look

So the ivy grows
Thorns covered and bridges built
Green grown with no curse

A night of regret
For things forgotten assumed
Revealed as a dance

Dark solemn duty
Turned once more into a game
Well tended garden

I can't stop stomping
Beginning seen at the end
Music to my ears 

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