Playing to the music arranging itself in my mind,
energetically displaying words of meaning and desire.
An awakening of sorts, happening all the time as
thinking becomes a pastime of contemplation.
Reality hanging on wisps of words, whispered in
silent forests hidden from sight.
Particular distinctions appearing in sequence with
an apparent order consistent with a mind of thinking
randomly.
Abstract negations fill cognitive thought with an
entire repertoire of unequaled prose.
Figuratively finding benefits with each wakeful
moment as life turns over a new leaf with every beat
of the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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