Forging ahead in a mire of caustic behavior,
traversing mind waves into closets of ancient
skeletons, taking whatever thoughts happen
upon the site.
Living always on edges of rapture while main-
streaming a semblance of normalcy.
Noting everything standing by, as quotations
fill minds with their wisdom in short spurts
of words set in timeless spaces.
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