Guided by morning light, the voice of unconsummated thoughts enraged as a hungry lion in a wild forest dreaming of his prey, ran as fast as an eyeblink facing the addled shining sun light flipping, flicking the voice of the unconscious woke up consciously with no going back a bottle of inertiafuelling infuriated thoughts to speed up fast as the lightning creature, aspiring to settle on the crest long green savanna trees willfully living in a hand crafted heaven of truth, honesty, dignity, clarity & love
& what’s more for the soul to look for?
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