Silently processing facts and theories of each day,
programming my mind for the future so it will know
with priority the essence of my thought.
Such a fabric of interior life is filled with a
peace souly deserved and rarely experienced on earth.
Focusing outward to farthest reaches of mankind,
searching and combining everything I find so as to
become what my soul is made of.
Knowing the beauty of it's eventual destiny, never
flaunting with pride, inner workings of a totally
engrossed, perfect mind.
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