Loosely carrying around mental configurations, waiting to be solved and entered in cyclical times to figure out where I may belong at any given stance in life.
Calculating motives, fitting them where they'll do the most good.
Extraordinary depths of meaning fill my mind with invisible ideas, falling into step with visions being recalled to aid me in today's writing.
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Write freely, this is free world. thanks.