Stepping lightly, careful not to fall to either side of life's banal arrangement.
Carrying a myriad of thoughts across the river, holding onto them while listening to their voices singing melodically to my mind.
Extrapolating and finding a place for each one to recline in many rhythms being written right now.
Composing sonatas and etudes in areas of my mind where I lounge and play with all sorts of ideas, taking all into caverns of intellect, while allowing imagination to have free rein transporting them to outer limits.
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