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Softening their intelligence

transparent as water and air

they meander through the maps of their minds

unraveling the edges of illusion

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Circumnavigating the solid grid of references

they walk deftly under the ladders of hierarchy

The flight of their passions

entertaining the complexities of insight

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Their cadence syncopated

by raindrops and bird calls

they resonate as bells ringing

weathering the storms of vulnerability

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Each of their words

the flesh of their hearts

their ageless spirits

carry loss as kites in the wind

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While planting bright seeds

in fecund dust

where some may grow

under the radar

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Artist: Max Ernst