Gliding across lifetimes on earth, of experience in a myriad
expanse of thoughts, rendering aid to whatever comes about.
Silencing indeterminate reason as it searches for logic in
amusement of pleasure.
Mattering least of all to inner rhythms, careening about,
just for the fun of it, we merely exist to become what we
are on our final sunset.
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