I am the steam on a fire in the rain.
Keeping the balance of yin and yang.
Moving in and out, transient existence of length.
Transeunt thoughts undulate through the labyrinth of my mind.
My thoughts counter thought at least a thousand times.
Rash is not a congenial nature of mine.
Consciousness afloat in the cosmos of time, yet held grapnel by the terms of the physics we mime.
-unfinished-
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