Reaching beyond realms of thought, searching for a pattern
to meanings, getting caught in a secluded space of silence, appreciating the quietness alone.
Being saturated by the morning sun, waiting carefully for
an event or happening to occur.
Expecting nothing less than a miracle, laughingly knowing
it won't be today, floating along a pious route of life,
living recklessly, prepared to die tonight.
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