Wandering and wondering down translucent pathways, thinking
in designs of latent desires that continue to shine forth
from within.
Learning to focus on patterns of every angel, performing it's
duty in measures of time, unusual ideas being reinforced in
the age-old worn-out simplicity that used to be.
It's the only way to move forward, performing alone in tempests
of loneliness that enrapture and enclose my being within them
so gently.
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