No one will notice, as I walk away into my own sunset.
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Flowering patterns flowing across material, flowing above stairs of necessity.
Listening exactly to notes of experience, trying them in ordinary circumstances, proclaiming extraordinary pieces of little known information.Taking stands against untidy hopes left on the asphalt of unnecessary positions.
Lights reflecting off of interior window reflections, showing pathways to symmetry of nature.
Leaves spreading their fingers, waving towards heaven, hoping to one day enter it’s gates.
Lost in a forsaken dream of life, exacting familiar visions from the tarmac of reality.
Sleepily focusing on what I’d like to be doing as I silently fall asleep on the next horizon.
Sauntering down roads of behavior, trying out different dimensions of inspection.
Puzzling continually in mazes of yesterday, falling into labyrinths of decadence.Dissolving mannerisms like acid in bottles of perfumed aromas, touching gently, parts of figurative speech.
Thinking and writing rapidly as I hear piano
musical mind apertures.Enjoying their beauty, matching their rhythmsto explanatory words.Creating adjectives appropriately as I racealong meanings and definitions, placing them-selves in poetry for all time.