Trails of twisting syllables seeking substance in my mind,
Shine, revolving endlessly, mesmerizing me.
They fight and form the wonderlands words will leave behind,
Splashing star struck images 'neath land's enchanted trees.
They fly, one to another, link a thought and set it free,
Of what is said in secrecy behind sneaking cellar doors,
Or launched across the stratosphere where every soul can see,
Blind in blissful ecstasy, rejoicing fully on the floor.
More and more they tumble, spin a life or kingdom found,
In kindly casting characters, weaving, whipping in a whirl.
Plots found monumentally, golden glories bound,
Worlds washing worlds, a countless universe unfurled.
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