Dec 4, 2005
In time the rhymes diminish,
a dervish slipping into the ether,
a netherworld of usability.
The sanctity of space becoming filled to capacity,
creativity is blended into a middle ground of viability.
Passion collides with ingenuity,
thundering into the space between,
where vacuum exists in silence
passing through the chaos
like a shadow of clouds
flickers upon rocky mountain ranges
untouched by its terrain.
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