picking out words floating there,
to tones incessantly clearing their throats in
acceptance of spiritual directions.
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Finally realizing that the end of life is always with us, waiting for us to recognize that fact and face it head on.
On the other hand, think of all the things you can learn and achieve.
Wondering about past years in songs of sadness as they touch my mind in cohesive desires, walking through deserts of becoming.
Awakening my spirit I rest inwardly in satin solace.
Meandering down pathways,
Picking up pieces of literatureas they drop from mind tears,filling ponds, lakes, oceans withtheir divine presence on earth.
Sorrowfully I assist in grief, holding hands, cupping tears as they slide continuously down expressions of sorrow.
Striding along walkways of future years, I hold on to precious images in subconscious hallways, awaiting beautiful artwork covered in glistening tears.
Soundly listening to algorithms of musical formulas, intellectualizing every note and placing it into accountable treasures fit for royalty, yet given freely to anyone with an open mind.
Calculating interiorly, sounding every beat with intense fire and contemplative silence.Inside, burning with an intellectual ferocity of purpose.