Management.

The forbearer of thought resides in illusion as we’re pierced from the unknown. What intricate crafting’s are mulled in the mind from a place of source beyond. What magic a tale yet woven untold until weaved into fruition. I stand in awe of the contemplative management playing my tunes for the stage at play. What next, what next.. Be pleasant my soul.

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