Thinking cognitively about irrelevant subjects,
correlating their movements with the juxtaposition
of abstract consciousness and wayward portals of
imagination.
Crossing lines, inventing a timelessness of moments
while jumping steadily to confusing conclusions.
Deftly parading ingenious plots of assignation, and
hurrying away to find distant placement among
mountainous rocks.
Scrabbling for a hold, delicately missing misconstrued
illusions, as a mind of extensive life problems
blossoms, beautifully unfolding as an orange sun rises
to it's destination in a blue sky.
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