Seems I’ve created
a vacuum of sorts
though unintentional
inspiration converted
into mountains and valleys
of energy

The waves come in
waves go out
radar and sonar
combined as one
carried intermittently
in the endless
string of words

Staccato highs
and lows
that set the rhythms
of this life
and others
not so different
who share a love of this
and all that it entails


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06/07/2025

Posted on 06/07/2025
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