So tired but wired
to a circuit of thoughts
cerebral knots
electric signals
the soul mingles
with demons in the dark
Stripping bark
off the oak
creatures underneath
flesh in their teeth
But that oak growing there
you don't care
–
Chop it down
!
roots in-ground
Find something lost
in all your thoughts
long ago, past lives
The soul arrives...
an ocean and sky
your hands parting curtains
cutting clouds and spooning blue
your soul once knew
mysteries and histories
Like atoms spinning
thoughts around a sphere
hoping you're near it
but you can't clear it
The Mind - clear your mind!
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