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galaxies of maddened thoughts

float in a spacewalker’s abyss

tirelessly letters & words

wait to be pulled together

through a blackhole of thoughts

sometimes channeled through

imaginary conversations

sometimes through

the crazy whispers

amazingly so many thoughts & words

wait for miles in thick traffic

at planetary intersections

where no genius has the right of way

good feeling stories never fail to follow

enchanted overloaded terrestrial patterns

like crystals in the sky

replacing obliged memories

streams of divine words

once again surround

creative stories

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