I am the poem
You are its words
Of brilliance
Each syllable
Of its concept
Flowing, soothing
Dancing away
On rhythms of me
Slowly and slowly
Twirling faster and faster
As a solitaire clearing
The chaos deep in my mind
Each sweep bringing me closer
And farther in its motion
Increasing the distance
Slowly, slowly, I move
To my sanctuary
Across the river
Beyond the plains
Free
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