Flowing streams of illuminated imagination,
Sparks of genius igniting thoughtful speculation,
Ideas riding upon the crests of crashing waves,
Floundering upon the rocks and filling empty caves.
From the recesses of a curiously empty mind,
Ideas ebb and flow of every conceivable kind,
As though conjured up by a mystical magician,
They come and go, of their own volition.
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