Soundly I drift in and out of life's music, advancing
wisdom and knowledge with every iota of being.
Living on edges of sonatas and etude's couches, within
a mind uncluttered with rubbish.
Steadfastly watching innuendoes leaping about and
falling into depths of platitudes, always ready to
wander paths of lightened direction on shores of
disappearing horizons.
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