Pacing rhythms, coming slowly at first, steady beats
drumming down measures of time, keeping track of every
detail as they roll suddenly into intellect.
Rocking into the evening, not stopping for anything or
anyone, realizing and recognizing reflections of joy,
being elated in times of peace and tranquility.
Reaching totally into depths that trace and track every
step we take in this temporary life, music stepping
faster and faster through musical tempos, taking every
moment further into imagination.
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