Riding down roads of life, wandering in and out of phantoms,
playing in deserted opera houses of yesterday, now eclipsing
sensations that once were felt in the density of emotions.
As they rode waves of feelings across and under intense
reverberations that are constantly filtering into this life,
challenging wonder that's never fully undone.
A figure of speech following patterns of musical rhythms,
awakening this mind with unheard of ideas as they coagulate
and perpetrate shadows of a new beginning interiorly with-
out any hint of betrayal.
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