A bustling brainstorm cloud
Hangs in the imbalance
Of the ardent bedroom
It opens
Its flash flood of ideas
Render me
In crystal clarity
And pristine purity
I shift gears
Lightning flashbacks
Strike my overturned mind
Quickly sweeping
Through unfastened brain strands
As I bask
In its carmine beauty
I'm rejuvenated
I feel like a child again
I'm free
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