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Lasting thoughts echoing throughout the night,
journeys of peace and contentment.
Halls of lonely people, sitting in chairs of despair,
Many of them not daring to stir from their seats of safety inmoments of truth.
Taking off, rocking into the universe on a variety of rhythms, all chosen for their predictability of being impossibly naive and innocent.
Incongruent differences compiling logic and reason, to be used in novels of poetical license, becoming aspects of wisdom as they are written down.
Sudden stillness quieting my soul with intense rhythms, focusing themselves on inner screens.
Clapping hands, creating a venue for the creative justice being served to children all around.