Mind racing along measures of time, placing notes in spaces
and on keys of a piano, playing songs of an interior mind as
guitars are intriguing us with an intense diplomacy.
Stretching out intellect as it basks quietly in silence, fall-
ing into fantastic ponds of prose, wanting it to be written in-
to musical compositions, sincere affections of yesterday.
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