Rattling rafters of buildings with incessant rhythms
and clapping of hands in recognition of music's
balance.
Reaching for antiquated reasons, turning in square
realms of fate, focusing on trepidation as lightened
knowledge opens doors of enlightenment.
Wonderful cataclysms clang and rehearse on stages of
universal etudes.
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