That I may both think, and daydream
Space without silence, and yet space
Free of the noise of subjugation
The uneven walk alongside
The wild side of the hedgerow
A wander on the vague path
Through the adjoining pastures
Taking the mantle of the flaneur
Who, with keen observation, might
Allow all of our intrinsic machinery
To whirl altogether more smoothly
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