The beauty of the dreams uncounted
Not to be taken uncertain in times of transcendence
Animations and travails were wrought of the oceans of speculations
All on the way to roughness is the waking instant
Being, he wrought mathematics
Being, he opened his heart
Being, he propelled the conversation
Ceasing, he became more
Ceasing, he unwound too many times
Ceasing, he overlooked many flaws
Beginning again, he cooked up
From my 2017 book Synaptic Syntactic available on major platforms such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, and Kobo, as well as direct from my BookBaby store: https://store.bookbaby.com/book/synaptic-syntactic
Featured photo (cropped): by Bozhin Karaivanov on Unsplash
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