A paper thin breeze cut through the air, as I stood
Awake but not yet alert
My flashlight shone on the pebbled walkway
A pale spotlight against the bright moon above
A soft touch on the small of my back
Turned me around to face
Nothing
of physical mass
Wrapped thick in hardest black
My moon-cast shadow, whispering, broken
speaks volumes to me of distant vibrations coming forth
inward at first, as vulcrum vacuum forces cintripical winds of light
then outstretched echos boomed, as a continuous water-ripple-effect radiation
Scowered horizons beyond limit, as arouras flicker their warm intensity
One pulse at a heart's time; then wil-o'wisps of windy leaves channel this time.

YOU HAVE A VERY GOOD START
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And you have Caps Lock on...
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I'm sorry if I put a period already. I know that this poem can/could go MUCH longer if more poeple wish it to be. I just figured that with every start, there SHOULD be an end (balance/cycle). But I'm sure some1 will eventually ebb this flow on the internet (someway, somehow). Have fun & take care every1!
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it's too long already