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Wandering 
Through an art gallery 
I couldn’t help but wonder where 
The ocean of artistic ideas may be found.  Down 
Deep inside our brains where cells contain the seeds 
Of every memory, emotion and intelligence lying scattered
All ‘round.  Later I dreamed that things were not quite as they so very 
Often precisely appear.  Angels danced while we romanced like we were 
Making immortal love right here.  Intertwined and intermingled, interconnected
Separateness turned single.  
Leaving me and you somewhere reaching the outer Limits 
Of space between your mind and mine and a concept we call time.  
Reeling and Dealing 
In the perplexities of where thought originates, I was left concluding nothing more 
Or less than Consciousness as the Ultimate Intangible Underlying Everything 
From soup to nuts and saints to stars leading me to believe in Thoughts  
No less things than birds with wings and songs to sing 
As close as you and I are near enough to 
Far.

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