11: 50 a.m.
Incessant and avid, living in technicolor, leading down
pathways through forests of memory in New Jersey.
An intense foreboding of better things on the horizon,
soon to come.
Thrilling passion, sparking it further into a blazing
fire of my soul, taking pleasures of it into landscapes
of tomorrow. 11: 51 a.m.
(10/25/14)
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