astounding anticipation
to turn of geared events
only a sage could do that
on my knees for duration
thought of colliding ions
end up merging in unison
i pretend i never did see
but i'm taken with simplicity
calmness thought on a way
i put palms together in awe
i could offer no less than love
you're with me, take the bag
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