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Transcendental Sonnet #1430: During the Wild Ride During the wild ride there is no time there Is a suspension of that dimension And nothing else but flying through the air Something else beyond my comprehension So that it always surprises me when I get back I want to go back again Though I would I could have been wiser then If I could I would choose pleasure not pain But we beggars are not really choosers Not really chosen winners and losers The used and the users then there is me During the wild ride here is everywhere Utterly open possibility During the wild ride there is no time there +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX