a coolness permeates my thoughts
splitting them into words without
purpose or meaning, allowing them
to gather in crowds of confusion
sorting out the lesser meaning while
enabling the more profound to escape
the mundane of editing enlightenment;
a stillness invades my imagination
separating the herd of words from the
stragglers who bend and distort one's
meaning to the point of meaninglessness
while allowing the dribble to appear
in incomplete sentences on paper;
a gentle breeze floats my words to the
surface of momentary consciousness
giving time for assembly and reassembly
that tosses out those ill conceived
notions, replacing them with juxtaposition
and the layers of a brick mason's dream.
16 September 2020
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