Stillness of a serene night call to an interior
platitude, offering a staple of lightened wisdom.
Talking softly through whispers of evening,
breaking stride along edges of blackened curtains
billowing with adjectives of intelligent prose.
Studying tables of chemicals which portray infinite
patterns of words and calendars, become extinct, as
life walks alone in labs of mindful research.
Taking problems with ageless combinations to higher
realms of education on days belonging to future
mazes.
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