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Joe Aprile
Soaring
My mind has a propensity to soar,
on the swift currents of thought.
My mind seeks the boundaries of its fate
longing only to shatter them.
My mind is an arrow
with no real concept of its destination.
My mind a shallow rapids in a
great inland sea.
My mind longs to know self,
to fathom the immensity of time.
My mind a part of the great wheel,
hungry for the soul of humanity.
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