Total; yes that’s true I have my mind,
My mind; that’s hopeful
Sat in the warmth of my own self
My own self, ushered by the peace
Quiet; a quiet wealth
I close my eyes to hear the stars
Faraway; gaze, folded across the
Sky; a clear symbiosis
Blood circulates, I would say free
Free as my heart; I have no more than
Time; my time, total
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