“The Plains of Ignorance”
A memory isn’t blank.
Lots of colors fill the mind.
Sense becomes a vivid picture to work or play for.
Yet, people need words for a memory to be real over understanding.
We rest on smoke during forgotten changes.
Feeling comes about by the unknown depending on intuition.
Instinct transforms into exclamation by formulated distortions near looks.
One shade may be viewed under enough restriction.
And, curtains reveal my window of thought since motion is counteracted upon.
Moves are done when nearing overlapping finish.
Polish can show ruin while quality remains high.
Counters open gateways to severance as long as suspicion kicks in.
Do you recall a lost voice?
Extensions gradually cut it open into magnificent turmoil.
People soon lose touch and return for issues in haste.
However skin meets bone, another wave of times flourishes as bitter.
Fantasy appears remarkable to what looks deny in performance.
Usually the noise vibrates in shakes, exaggerations, and burning pebbles.
This heart may not beat from every chamber as nicely.
Kindness is judgmental of so much humor.
Games develop over conflicted persons.
So, a memory isn’t blank, plain, or empty with nature of experience.
But particular talent may require further knowledge in unrealized potential.
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