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4  3  2  1  from a release  of muscle contracting tension  the rest of life begins  on a spring afternoon  strolling along the river...  ...and it reverberates  through-not-so-very-old-bones.  "Not going it alone this time"  says the invisible sidekick  as she unseats the seat of my pants  from the rocket hurdling over yonder blue;  jet fuelled by vodka.  "No more gardens of grandeur"  or invisible walls to crush  the great spirit, because  it´s smooth boating from here  and perspective is spoken best  from a distant mountain  where solemn ommmms  sing with the peace  of liberty.  The safety net is unstitched  (more like a bit ripped)  so look forward falling.  No, sorry, I´m lying  on a hammock about everything.  It was never there,  it was to teach you  to not look down  and  be careful! with the mirages  the real treasure´s tripping  with the thrash on the side of the road.