Truth coming to me.
Wandering thoughts.
Eurekas.
Loose ends meeting.
The simple answers, the easy answers.
The balancing, back and forth.
Playing guitar.
New discoveries.
How the patterns on the fretboard
translate into new meanings and shortcuts.
The math present and visible.
Later, walking alone in the dark,
under the streetlights and the dim stars.
The color of leaves in the artificial light.
The rain falling down.
The sound of it coming down on the petals.
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