Looking ahead, knowing that nothing much will change unless,
as individuals, each of us take steps in order to rearrange
experiences that will move into an innate order.
Chain reactions happening as each morning begins a new day,
looking into rhythms, celebrating their essence in poetry,
continuing into passageways of lively, tantalizing images
into a new dimension without any delay.
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