Soaring over mountainous trails, looking down,
seeing sights from heights no one else can reach.
Precious visions taking shape from clouds of
insight forming above, enlightening consciousness
from depths of imagination.
Selecting some and arranging them into poetical
bouquets for centerpieces on eloquent tables of
fine dining.
Exposure in pictures of the mind come into view
unbidden from mere words on a paper.
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