Winds sweep through our mind

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Great gusts of wind

Blow through our minds

Leaves elemental crystalline

And the tornado being of which we are defined

Is vortex like and somehow refined

In aspects of consciousness we’re left

Gasping desperately for our breath

But the wind that blows it cleanses us

Out with the stale and toxic rot and rust

And returns the purifies the spiritual truss

That is deeply rooted in our fabric and nature

And blows memories through our melancholy dreams

That create such amazing kaleidoscope scenes

That reverberate and manifest the themes

From which we somehow create a plethora of stories

That inspire so many wonderful things.

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