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I race my thoughts through the miles of time 
 of the tall walkng desert nights, 
 that get me dripping salt smelling sweat 
 
 Ranging agonizing noon heat drinks my energy away 
 as I tame my brain belly not to be filled with sad lies 
But to what stoned river will my stream of thoughts flow, 
.......to leave no drainage of discarded memories 
.......and capture the preeminet of my fantasies 
Admit the beat of my heart as it pumps the boiling blood 
 into my swollen veins, 
to dip my eyes soak wet in grief of my lost time 
 To all that I kept to tie selfdeeds of the passing times 
 keeps in capture as a discord in times of yore 
 Thoust to tell when alls gone in the red mist of time 
 to be in the nest of the unleashed feathers, 
 that warme’th thee, not to sob of arctic tales 
 but rule these feelings to the end

A journey across...........