Marching solidly out of lines into dimensions unheard
of, tantalizing inner rhythms into soul's beings.
Treading off of lanes into caverns of mercurial silence,
begging forgiveness as waves of sorrow topple over and
wash out with the tide.
Cleansing interior grief for intervals of time, as
rhythmic dimensions float and shower some resemblance
of past happiness on our doorsteps.
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