Testing mercurial waters, tepid with energy, sitting
on sides of evaporative atmospheres, taking whatever
can be held in mind as I walk alone.
Pre-determined thoughts of fate are held tightly by
destiny's heart, awaiting times of forthright honesty.
Choosing rhythms of insight, calming self into ripples
of delight, holding on to possibilities of heightened
senses.
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