Penetrating thoughts following measures of rhythm, aligning themselves with untold powers of persuasion.
Counting down beats to an everlasting portion of reality.
Following tradition, sending signs through the years, allowing thoughts to be written and fend for themselves.
Distinguishing only to interior periods of harmony.
Forgiving nature's unfolding in tunnels of retribution, showing the way to untold happiness at the end of each day.
Setting with the sun, glimpsing rays from the moon, calculating the travesties of everyday foibles.
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