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Wild Laughter

What a great
Creative and powerful
Solution we have found

Only to discover that
Exhaustive testing
And infinite searches

Failed to produce
A problem
What madness!

Running wildly
So far past insanity
Fading distantly behind us

Gathering up
Mouthfuls
Armloads

Never getting our fill
Of all that
Does not exist

All the while resting
Silently
Patiently

Awaiting our release
Lives the unending
Supply of all that is

Warmth from understanding
Love so freely racing towards
Remembrance of silent stillness

I and the morning sunrise
Rising together laughing wildly
Sharing our secrets with each other
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