Hurtling through space, finding any number of reactions
to inner questioning.
Having moments to enjoy and contemplate every thought
within reach.
Choosing, selecting tender melodies to be kept closely
throughout this day.
Changing and rearranging moods to fit restless feelings,
keeping them safely held, tenderly in arms of this mind.
Rocking and cradling them with peaceful lullabyes.
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