Details flowing and ebbing with tides of life,
lying at times horizontally in the sand,
concentrating on the quality all of us strive
for daily.
Preparing endless compositions, rewriting,
editing, finding different ways of expression
and feeling.
Altogether, hiding within many facets of life,
trying on with fascination, those that have not
fit before, but now with maturity, it is a
different story.
Notes sounding their reverie throughout the
heavens, scattering details of imagination into
pockets of subconsciousness and creative genius.
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