Reciprocating in the daylight of another afternoon,
watching excessive fortitude as it follows into the
expiration date of another time.
Collecting moments, filling measures with an essence,
totaling the experience of all the minute expressions
of eternity.
Still holding onto peculiar systems of yesterday's
morning, loving energy being produced in the absence
of electricity, all timeless values entering the
universe.
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