Twinkling sounds reverberating in a presence of mind
while listening affectionately to perceptions of
falling rain as it pours upon me from within.
Tantalizing drops entering realms of interior
imagination as life proceeds down streets of reality.
Wanting to divide particles and fall outside of the
diversity of people here on earth.
Calculating rites of passage as they go through the
many altercations of existent reality.
Calling to the exact preciseness of all things openly
finding themselves on a patio of informal fame,
awaiting their fortunes in time.
Hoping to meet it in passing, while speeding rapidly
into diagrams of planned escapades.
Wading through all the possibilities ever lasting on
earth's circumference, becoming the memories of
tomorrow's lifetime accomplishments.
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