Contemplating thoughts and trends.
As time descends into a crescendo.
The silent hands that move and bend.
And mends the business innuendo.
Contemplating communication.
Until it makes more sense.
And vanishes into another dimension.
And your mind flooded flows to something else.
Where pools of water fill the void.
And senseless things thrill the faculties.
And nonsense leaves senses toyed.
And discarded like so many novelties.
Between a man and child.
Tamed untamed and wild.
We find ourselves selling our youth.
In search of more than unceasing truth.
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