Shiny patterns filtering through my vision, sending angles to and fro, fitting into puzzles of my mind exactly so.
Flashing pinpoints of energy towards whatever ideas fall before them in rote.
Scattering sounds as they follow rhythms in circumventing pathways of dull voices.
Waiting patiently as waves of puzzles flow into line, completing themselves in rhymes of one.
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