Racing through time, collecting artifacts of yesterday's dreams, savoring feelings, remembering brings.
Setting the pace, furthering the sublime, gathering
shards of memories into bouquets, cutting the mind with
an intensity felt through crying.
Lasting forever in a hazy atmosphere, groping for an infinitesimal place in time today, setting the stage
for yesterday's rehearsal.
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