To flow is to go where you’ve not yet called home The unknown made of stone that is bare as a bone Chaos and mystery jostling wistfully Not yet confined in the annals of history
At the very limits of human ability Requiring mental and spiritual agility Not shrieking discordance but mellifluous ditty There lies a place greater than the Emerald City
Energy bursts forth to fill this new realm The body takes over, mind vacates the helm The movement and choices come effortlessly Without any trying, you’re finally free
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