Burning zones of an interior mind, taking time
from tunnels of it's passage, colliding with
outside forces, burning desires holding me to
the perfection of my being.
Finding, searching, locating all the wonderful
and charming bits of knowledge, super sonic
calculations coming rapidly into intellect un-
bidden, giving innate talent it's due.
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