Pattern Convulsion

Pattern convulsion

On the seat of my pants

Holding on tight

With the palm of my hands

If I had a wish

I would wish away

All the troubles of the world

Today

Pattern convulsion

Up in the sky

The clouds scattered

Like a bursting star

At midnight

Pattern and prose

All I know

These words

Take me where

I want to go

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