Stone cold passages keep moving through foyers of long ago,
tunneling beneath the ground, having all that is needed in
this wonderful world of unheeded favorite thoughts.
Coming slowly into visions of intellect, images being taken
out of imagination are portrayed in full splendor right in
front of reflective mirrors.
Spending time continually with more recent measures in
rhythms, taken into depths of all odds that are forgotten,
often crying and remembering how legends of yesterday began
in the beginning of another time.
Believing, together with a unity of each particle that is
being stored in everyone's capsule of being, so calm and
energetic, sololy being brought between the pages of
unlimited potential.
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