Lumbering down walks of life, attentively listening
to every stanza of it's beauty as memorization
occurs subconsciously without any effort, flowing
constantly with rhythms of acknowledgment.
Turning in circles, wriggling down lanes of opposite
shores, becoming who we are within our minds,
changing our beings of presence as we journey alone.
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