1: 23 p.m.
Evening tides, flowing along rivers of interior solace,
bringing an intense rhythmic beauty into existence.
Creating and expressing an amazing variety of thoughts,
calculating angles of designs, taking them into back-
grounds of music.
Forming many sketches of another dimension, coming into
imagination, carefully energizing essences of an ending.
Taking every opportunity to attune and keep it in synch
with melodies.
Arriving constantly and incessantly, into this mind,
illuminating it's brilliance in the future. 1: 24 p.m.
(10/25/14)
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