Willie Rambles

Pull up a chair and lend an ear.

With

In fleeting moments of serenity,

I gaze at shimmering crystals from a distance.

It is always the same.

Again, I find infinity.

O, tantalizing beacon,

I lay my soul down before you.

Fare thee well,

And leave me be in my familiar hollow.

Let me bathe in proximity.

Let me bask in proof.

I am there,

Being

And being with.

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