Occasions of silent meanings transform themselves
into decades of beauty.
Standing on sidelines, always watching parades
crossing over and continuing down avenues of
thinking.
Always wondering, taking steps into the beyond and
back, learning explosive ideas and using them in
books of blank pages.
Bereft of speech, not talking, yet communicating
beyond words in writing verses of prose every day.
Significantly tackling every subject, in tirades at
times, bringing unknown and little explained truths
to light.
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