growing, senses reeling
ah, the flow of every feeling
moving through this sense of being
arising, growing, freeing
as we rise above all time
in illusive ever-living rhythm, rhyme
as if each cell, each particle, just knows
a way to reach the peak of feelings flow
descends, the dream is born anew
and the sense of spirit within form just flew
? Michaelette ?
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