Particle blossoms collapse on the border
lining the threshold between you and me
all of us embodied in a moment conducted
into the river of our dream's currency
all of which is to say in much more
words than are needed to convey
the singular feeling of being here before
we've matured forever be that as it may
seeking the same experiences and feelings
exchanging sensations with so many friends
living through all those wheelings and dealings
a transformative cycle that never ends
extraordinary and passionate recollections
begin in our memory which slowly descends
down into the subconscious where power lies
and the magnetic recharging never quite ends
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