Running faster into the night, wanting to be delivered
from a boring environment that gives no pleasure at all,
rhythms overtaking them in modest tempos of liveliness.
Streaming down an interior waterfall, feeling the rush
of adrenaline, thrills cobwebbing innate talent, stretch-
ing, bringing other areas and tempting yesterday's beauty
to come out in the open.
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