Matching tones with exacting precision, giving them colorful emblems of rhythm and melody.
Interrogating thoughts, finding their essences are really imagined and have no sustenance about them.
Cutting away leaves of brutality, trying to discover their interior purposes before they expire in pyres of fire, burning away the facts of living on parallel universes.
Hitching together, symbols of solidarity as I climb mountainsides towards eternity with a hopeful heart emptied of sorrow.
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