the beauty lost in my thought
was a definite reality
flying beneath the depths of my external understanding
with a sparkling gemstone-like smile
curling my world with mental pictures
of my future as the past nervously writes my life story
on the pages of temporary moments
all that i am is all that i have not said in phrases
adorned with lenghty choices
timeless in the masters remembrance
subject to joy and pleasure
that is beyond measure
moving forward and higher
than perceptive reality
heightening the depths of my joy!
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