There's a spark somewhere in the darkness at the back of the mind. It beckons of an energy that exists, of a source that you must find. If you could slow it down, you could see its matrix, its mystical design. Suddenly there, and then it is gone - time to think, contemplate, rewind, suspend the spark in time ...
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Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
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This speaks in the surreal and metaphoric as well as the poetic. Nicely done
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