Thoughts crawl around, entering the darkness, finalizing patterns of yesterday, while making more mosaics today.
Creating everything so quickly that life is suddenly ended.
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Attitudes of life alter and rearrange themselves as
We grow, mature, rise above it all with a newlyformed spirituality as we age gracefully into theunknown.
Shadows of this morning fill my mind exponentially, giving me cause for concerns of the future.
Glorifying edges of my mind as, unfolding, I become the one at last – the one I always thought of as my being.Ambling along trestles, mile-high, introducing a quality of thought that features novel patterns and shapes, beginning at the upper part of tomorrow.
Sleeping in avenues of yesterday,
ago in an innocent and pure faith.Closing ends of open songs, givingthem the rest they so deserve afterall these years.
Watching screens of aging complacency erupt into poems of love across lines of believable endurance.
Folding away ideas and letting knowledge take a back seat to imagination’s wit and wisdom.Focusing always on energetic moments of entire ages, following them along trails, solving puzzles of tomorrow.
Taking leave of all senses, finding self in a morass of sadness.
Tears tenderly, softly, falling down tracks, etched over time from all the grief being expressed through many years of existence.Any thoughts left have nothing to being merciful, yet compassion fulfills many an hour in contemplation.