Unbridled
Some days I sit on my porch
And stare at my galloping
Thoughts and imaginations
Then it hits me
That singularity log pure consciousnesses ,
A moment of unbridled joy
Fierce yet tranquil
Like the amber glow of a
Setting sun
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