Riding across the inner plains of intellect,
galloping to the measures of rhythm as they
collide with the meaning of life.
Beauty and intense feelings being called in-
to the beginning of melodies as I fall into
line.
Staccato beat of it's sensations holding on-
to the landscapes of an individual idea,
creating the intensity of another realm.
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