With my back against the recumbent seat,
Feet cranking the sky, butt ploughing the street,
I keep an eye for mundane traffic,
While the world rolls back sites scenic;
With my thoughts pressed against history,
The mind mapping outward directions,
The heart plumbing inner dimensions,
I keep an eye for little things present,
As Life peels away its layered mystery.
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