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The night is still and dark, not a soul to be found.
None on the streets, nothing to see.
All are sleeping, the eyes are closed.
Dim lights flashing by, the city in dreams.
In the park, tree's appear.
In the park balance is near.
Spirits get curieus, what's going on ?
Way to near, dark eyes appear.
Lights flickering by, noises are heard.
Shadows paint the ground, what is that sound ?
Shuffling and waving, twisting and coiling.
Circles are made, threesixty degrees.
A path is made, universe repeats.
The eight palms in motion, movement so deep.
High and low, left and right,
one and null, hollow and full.
One pointed focus, hours on end.
Conscious creation, again and again.