Sounds of rhythm being focused in this mind, lifting
spirits, soaring into many other atmospheres filled
with positive attitudes and pleasure.
Covering tracks across walkways of interior universes,
taking advantage of every sense in being, tasting the
savory beauty of all of them.
Wanting only to be portrayed in an inner essence of
passion, thoughtful and energetic, accosting every
particle and fiber of this being.
Opening and separating self from the world, stepping
out, reaching for the sun, letting it give an interior
life the warmth of it's delicate and fragile rays,
shining down upon me from above.
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