Wyatt drinks a gallon of effervescent life each day
Six-foot-infiniti
One-hundred-and-perfection pounds
He misses nothing
Neither the minutiae of his goals
Nor the memories of past loves
He misses nothing
He is everything 

He lives in a never ending crescendo
Of utter consonance
Riding upon the fulcrum of jubilance
His circles are expansive and amoebic
His diction shrewd and subtle
His perspicacity is astonishing
Yet comes as no surprise
He works for neither compensation nor fulfillment
However he is exceptionally well-off

His weaknesses are the gold 
That backs the currency of his profound authenticity
Never wondering nor wandering in the playground of life
He is an architect of the landscape of human experience

Everything he wants, he manifests
Everything he needs, he already has

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