Always keeping track all the time, as tempos rise and change over time.
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Being gently misted as a breeze rushes over me,
Letting it blow, tossing and tangling my curls asI continue to write.Getting lost in deepened caverns, seeking pathwaystowards beauty’s solace where I can watch itexclusively.Feeling it’s spirit enter my being gently,reassuring all atoms of self that I’m where I belongright now.
Searching the atmosphere above, trying to find a
Knowing edges of memories can take me there, I wait fordream-like inspiration to take my hand and heart leadingme into the foray of past images.Delegating feelings to fill my heart with tears, driftingfrom inner emotional content.
A stillness touching my mind, quieting emotions, lifting intellect into a spiral of thoughts, inserting formulas and codes to write to.
Being entered into blueprints for accessibility when I’m ready to manufacture them in reality.
Filled with a mysterious silent apprehension before the day has begun.
Somewhat saddened that they haven’t yet been heard.
Talking into past memories, seeing many images coming forward,
Living fully in heart-felt memories, filled with saddened tears.Existence being formed even now, through enlightened aforethoughtbasking in sunlight.