Quiet whispers riding forth.
Gently knocking, knocking, knocking.
Unremitting, unrelenting,
in the arousing of the minds.
Thoughts awakening, rising up,
bursting dams, crashing through skulls
flowing out into the awaiting.
Rushing to join legions of others,
also rushing onward, forward.
Faster and faster, dissimilar yet similar.
No discord exists in this diversity,
only unity in the differences.
Stronger and stronger the many become,
until the many become the one.
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