Lightening striking interior senses, waking thoroughly
from last night's sleep.
Dreams being fulfilled with writing, taking everything
and sending it out to the universe to be heard and
researched from the inside out.
Totally and completely enjoying music playing on a
walkman, rocking to Foreigner and having a great time
doing it, sitting here writing.
Falling into patterns it's setting up in spaces of
intellect, designing them in particulate arrangements,
taking on an aura of it's own, showing insights in
plain coded ideas for tomorrow's inventions.
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