In whispering pine I fantasize

a slow melodic flow of time,

I imagine only the wise

would be offered truly sublime

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passage. Though I often wonder

if when the chance to depart did

speak of bliss in vacant wander

would we all then forget our Id.

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If when imagine a newer sunset

one enriching, a brilliance beyond

our humanity’s scope of reason met

would we understand to be fond.

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Seek out the avenue of happiness

in quiet resolve, we shant be careless.