Swiftly, quietly gliding through skyways of my mind,
looking deeply into depths of intellect, noticing
how thoughts are being used and processed.
Wonder at how it's done, staring contemplatively as
they are stirred, churned and swept onto the flow,
heading towards the edge of an interior waterfall.
Significant and purposeful, letting themselves fall
joyfully into the fray, carrying energy into my being
along the way, into pools of my mind right below.
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