Ancient thee be we scribe
hypnotic profoundness in the
ether gravitational calligraphy

Winds of chaos blow fervently
until a still leaf pontificates a
pinnacle of majestic beauty

never to wither into the annals
of forgetfulness only to spark
a synaptic whiplash of another's
everlasting creative pulse.

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